Page 30 of Effortless

So high.

Camilla barely got through her next release—with her cries high and broken—when he pulled her down on his cock twice more. Progressively harder until he held her there, and she felt his muscles tense.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted.

Her laughter filled the car.

Breathless.

Spun.

“You’re making me break my rules,” she told him.

Tommaso chuckled, and leaned back to rest his head on the window. “What are those?”

“Mostly, you’re making me like you—I keep coming back.”

He grinned.

She almost hated how the sight of it made her want to get them going for another ride.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that for much longer, Cam.”

“What, why?”

“New York is a break, remember? I have to head back to Chicago in a couple of weeks.”

An icy cold draft slipped down her spine.

Just like that, Camilla’s high was gone.

“I blame you.”

Cross hesitated at the front door of Camilla’s apartment. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to close the door before she hissed at him. His gaze darted between his sister on the couch, and August reading a book in the living room nook.

“What the fuck did I do now?”

“Now, right,” Camilla tossed him, “because you’re always doing something.”

“Well, I get blamed for a lot of shit, sure.”

She pointed at him, unfazed. “You know what you did.”

“Not really,” Cross said.

Camilla glowered at her brother.

August sighed in the nook. “Just ignore her. She’s in a mood today.”

“I’m not in a—”

“Been in a mood since Wednesday, actually. I’ve been regretting my choice to come over today ever since I got here.”

“Is that why you didn’t go to church yesterday?” Cross asked.

Camilla ignored him.

August answered instead. “That’s exactly why.”