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“No,” I denied, too quickly. Because I obviouslywas.

“I wanna see your basket, baby.”

I fumbled with my phone so I could prop it on the table. “Right.”

“What are you wearing?” His voice was rough as I slid back into my chair.

Looking down, I flushed. I’d just grabbed something comfy to wear as I worked on my project. It wasn’t like I’d intentionally put his shirt on. It was one of his Debate team shirts, and his last name was large across my back. I’d been slowly stealing shirts from him, squirreling them away to sleep in.

He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

I ran my tongue over my lower lip as my eyes narrowed back on his torso. The sentiment was definitely shared. “Don’t you have to go hang out with your brothers?”

“Not till later. Now, show me.”

Flipping my screen, I let him see the picnic basket filled with a cozy blanket, s’mores supplies, and all the ingredients for the perfect night under the stars.

“Looks nice,” Cam said. He looked so good, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, that my skin flushed.Oh boy.

“Hold on.” I scooped up my stuff, heading up to my bedroom, because I didn’t want to be around anyone else anymore. Not when he looked likethat,and my brain wasn’t working right.

I dropped my stuff on my desk before plopping onto my bed. “You’re going to bid on me, right?” I fluttered my eyelashes.

“Of course. You think I’m going to let someone else have my date? Heck no.”

I blushed. “Your date, huh?”

“Mhm. My date. My girl.Mine.”

Biting my lip, I watched as Cam ran his fingers through his hair. I wanted to replace them with my own.

“Ella.” His voice was a wordless command.

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t stop eye-fucking me through this phone, I’m gonna come over there and do something about it.”

“And what are you going to do?” I asked, my voice low.

“Tear that shirt off of you and remind you how good I can make you scream my name. Or…” He made a contemplative sound, and I felt it deep in my bones. “Take you from behind so I can see my name on your back as you come.” His voice was pure sex, and I shivered.

“Cameron?”

“Yeah?”

“You promise?”

“I always keep my promises, baby.”

I hummed in response. Suddenly all I wanted was his hands all over my body, him filling me in ways that only he could.

A thought occurred to me, and I gave him a little smirk.

Ella

I don’t want to wait until midnight to see you, Charming.

So I’d let him have a few hours of fun with his guys, and then… I was going over, and I intended to have him deliverexactlywhat he’d promised.

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