Page 69 of Effortless

She gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

Probably not.

He wouldn’t tell her that, though.

“Let me see it, babe.”

She sucked on the fingers she had been using to fuck herself. Then, she made a V with her fingers around the hood of her clit. It allowed her to show off a tiny vertical bar that went straight through the hood of her clit. Two small balls were attached to each end of the bar. One rested on the top of the hood, and the other, right on her clit.

“You lie,” Tom said, “because no matter how good it looks—and it really, really does—that had to have hurt a whole hell of a lot.”

Cam shrugged. “Or maybe the pretty girl who did it was enough to keep my attention—”

The growl-like sound that came out of Tom surprised even him. The flood of jealousy that coursed through his system was a shock to his soul.

“I was kidding,” Camilla whispered, grinning in that way of hers.

“Better be.”

“I was. Care to show me yours now?”

“I don’t have anything new to show, Cam. It’s the same cock that had you coming a half of a dozen times.”

“Yeah, but I bet it would get me off faster to watch you play, too. Don’t you want to watch me get myself off while you come, too?”

How was Tom going to refuse her?

She was already back to toying between her clit, and the little barbell she had added to her body. Tremors rocked over her skin. Her shoulders shook. The lust darkening her gaze was enough to make him fucking wild.

“Yeah, I’ll play, babe.”

Camilla wet her lips. “When are you going to come back to New York, Tom?”

He hesitated to answer.

She had never asked him that question outright before.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

“I’ll be back.”

“When?” she asked.

“Soon,” he promised.

Somehow.

Tom flashed her a smile. “Now show me how wet your pussy is, Cam. And start telling me how those fingers of yours can’t even compare to my cock.”

She did.

He loved it.

CHAPTER TEN

“YOU’RE COMING to dinner tonight, right?” Camilla asked. “I told Ma you probably would.”