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“Yeah, but—”

“Time for bed,” Camilla said loudly, clapping her hands and gaining her husband’s attention in the process, “because I swear to God, Tom, if you make me clean puke tonight … you will live with your mother for the next month.”

“Maybe she’d be okay with that.”

Camilla smiled coolly. “But would you?”

August hid her laughter into her palm.

“Fine,” Tommaso grumbled. “You all ruin my fun all the time.”

“And that’s a lie,” Beni replied. “Do you need me to help you get him to bed, Cam, or …?”

Camilla took Beni’s place at Tommaso’s side as they headed further down the foyer of the large home. “No, I got him. As for you two … use the small guest house over the pool, okay? I know you can call an Uber, or whatever, but just stay off the roads altogether. We don’t mind, and someone is going to have to drag his ass out of bed tomorrow with the hangover he’s going to have.”

Beni looked August’s way.

A silent question.

She shrugged. “Sure, we’ll stay here.”

Why not?

“And the pool is cool to use, if you want,” her friend added before she disappeared around the far corner.

“That could be fun.”

August’s brow dipped. “What?”

“The pool.”

“Oh, my God, Beni.”

“Why not?”

She had a million reasons.

Her hair, for starters.

The fact she was slightly buzzed.

More.

His stare kept her quiet.

“Race you,” she whispered before darting down the hall.

“Unfair!”

Their dip in the pool only lasted as long as it took for Beni’s self-control to snap. By means of his hands pinning her to the wall of the pool while his hot kisses found her throat. She managed to convince him to get out of the pool, and away from where they might be seen, but fucking barely.

And as much as she tried to keep her hair dry in the pool, the ends still managed to get dunked under the water. Not that she could think of that what with the fact Beni had found the closest flat surface he could to sit her on, which just happened to be the fucking couch in the sitting room that the pool house led into, and now he was between her thighs.

Eating her.

Or feasting, really.

There was something about the sight of this man on his knees for her, his tongue and lips and mouth loving her pussy while his eyes locked on hers that just drove her crazy. It made her hotter than ever. And to see her wetness on his lips, slick with her … yeah, damn, that was something else.