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“Then, I think we’re okay.”

“Good to know.” He swallowed audibly. “And something is already in the works to meet up with Cam, and the rest.”

She dropped down to her knees between his spread legs, her hands working fast at his zipper and button to get them undone. Through the fabric of his slacks, she could already feel his erection straining against her palm when she stroked him.

“How so?”

“We were thinking a big party at a club.”

“How big?”

“Open invite to a group of people.”

August arched a brow when he lifted just enough to let her tug his pants and boxer-briefs down around his hips. And there he was—his cock was free for her hands to fist his length, and she did just that, stroking his dick hard and fast, tightening around the tip just the way she knew he liked, and then again at the base. There was nothing particularly beautiful about a man’s cock, and yet, she loved the way his looked. It didn’t matter if she was jerking him off, he was just getting out of the shower with a semi, or he was stretching her out and she could watch him do it … she loved it, wanted it.

“Fuck,” Beni groaned.

“And when are we going to this club?”

“Woman, stop talking and suck my dick.”

August grinned. “Well …”

“You’re killing me here.”

But damn …

He looked so fucking good like this. All taunt, and tense, watching her with hooded eyes that both begged and demanded all at once that she get her mouth on his cock instead of just letting her lips hover over the tip … teasing. The strong muscles of his thighs jumped under her palm when she placed it down.

“August—”

“When are we going?”

“If all goes well, tomorrow night. Now, stop playing with me, and—”

She took him into her mouth.

That long, deep groan never sounded better.

Beni hadn’t lied; the club was packed. Considering he nodded and spoke to far more people than August could keep track of, she assumed that open invitation he mentioned the evening before had meant exactly that. Anyone who knew anyone was welcome to make a stop at the club owned by the Rossi brothers, have a drink on them, say hello, and party.

“Oh, look at this one,” Cam said, leaning over in the booth to get close enough that August could see the screen of her phone. Even over the loud music, and all the people moving about in the VIP section, August could still hear her friend pretty well. She had already been up on the floor dancing—with Cam, and then Beni. Right now, she was trying to let her feet have a rest. “What do you think?”

“What do I need three bedrooms for?”

Cam shrugged. “I mean, I need two just for my clothes, so …”

“That’s because you have a problem.”

“Rude.”

August’s laughter melted into a sigh when Beni slipped into the booth on her side, tossed an arm over her shoulders, and pulled her in for a kiss that he pressed to her temple. “Where did you go to?”

“A drink order.”

“Tommaso has had enough to drink tonight,” Camilla said loudly.

“Don’t be like that, Cam,” her husband shouted back from the other side of the room. Apparently, he had been watching and listening. “You know—”