Page 144 of Effortless

The suggestive tone in her words couldn’t be missed. Sweet Jesus, this woman was something else.

“You’re pure filth, Camilla.”

She smiled wickedly. “I know.”

“Stop trying to bribe me with sex. It won’t work.”

She sighed. “You could at least indulge me to make the time pass by faster.”

“Do I look fucking stupid to you? I know exactly where indulging you leads us.”

Camilla didn’t even deny it.

“Plus,” he added quickly, “we’re almost there.”

“Oh?”

“Yep. So shut your pretty mouth, and behave for ten more minutes.”

Her pout damn near had him yanking the car over to the side of the road. He could have given her something to really pout about then. He bet his girl would still like it, and beg for a hell of a lot more.

Tom chose not to tell any of that to Camilla because he knew exactly where that would lead them to, as well. She would take it as a challenge, and before he knew it … sex it would be. Maybe the two of them were just predictable in that way, but he still loved it.

Still, he had shit planned for them today. He intended to get it all done regardless of how good a roadside fuck—or even road-head—sounded.

“You just … sit there.”

Camilla rolled her eyes. “And behave.”

“And that.”

“I’ll remember you told me that later.”

“You are due for a hard fuck and a nice red ass.”

Camilla preened. “Promise to put your silk ties to good use, too, and I’m in.”

Yep.

Pure filth.

Tom hadn’t lied. They arrived at their destination in a little under ten minutes. The brand new gated Melrose Park community was just beginning to be filled with newly built homes. Expensive, beautiful two- and three-level homes on sprawling acreages. Tucked away in Melrose Park, the community was removed from the bustle and noise, but still close enough that it wasn’t a long trip for work or otherwise.

There were still several lots in the community for purchase, as far as Tom knew, but they were getting picked up fast. All in all, the community would hold thirty homes on a grandeur scale. One of the many benefits of having money.

Camilla perked up in the passenger seat of Tom’s Mercedes. She peered out of the window as they passed one home with humongous marble stairs leading to an even grander entrance of a three-level home.

“Where are we?” Camilla asked.

“Cornerstone Park,” Tom said. “An up and coming gated community inside Melrose. Anyone making less than a couple of million a year is not a good fit.”

“Meaning they can’t afford it?”

“Yeah.”

“Are we visiting someone, or something?”

“Or something,” he replied.