Page 102 of Dissolving Prejudice

“Well then, I think I need to go back to the party,” Soren announced, reminding us that he was still in the room.

Camilo continued to look at me for a few more seconds before he turned to face Soren. “Thanks for talking to me.”

What did they talk about?

“Of course.” Soren patted Camilo’s shoulder.

Fuck. I loved that they were getting along.

“We can talk more later,” Soren added before he left the room.

Talk more about what—

The second Soren closed the door behind him, Camilo was on me, and all my thoughts were pushed aside in an instant. Grabbing my body, he lifted me up so I sat on the desk before he moved to stand between my spread thighs. His lips were on mine the next moment, his big palm squeezing my nape while he ravished my mouth as if he hadn’t tasted me in years. Sharing his hunger, I sucked on his greedy tongue while sliding my hands underneath his sweatshirt and roaming them along his strong body. My temperature rose, and my skin burned with desire, especially when he moved his lips to that sensitive spot behind my ear.

“We can’t fuck here,” I laughed, out of breath, while he sucked on my neck.

“We can’t?”

I could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed along my neck, all the way up to my ear. A low moan escaped me before I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back just a bit.

“We can’t.” A warm smile coated my wet lips while my eyes traveled down his sexy body. “Even though I want to.” Especially with that oversized ribbed sweatshirt he wore, which I wanted to sleep in.

Grabbing my hips, Camilo pulled me closer until I nearly fell off the desk, if not for him stopping me. “Fine.” He ducked down and took my lips in a short kiss. “So I’ll have to tame myself until this party’s over.” He slid his palms to my thighs and rubbed them as I leaned back on my arms.

“I doubt a mutt such as yourself is capable of taming himself,” I teased with a wicked smile.

Lifting his chin, he returned my smirk. “For the right treat, I might.”

“The right treat, huh?”

Camilo lifted my legs and crossed them around his waist before pulling me close. “Yes, Llorón, for the right treat, I’ll do just about anything.”

“Well, I guess we’ll need to wait until the party’s over to see what I’ll treat you with.”

He bit his lip before dropping his head with a sigh. “Fuck, you’re something.”

“I know,” I agreed, self-satisfied, until Camilo chose to ruin the moment by asking why Jordan wasn’t there.

Closing my eyes, I huffed. “God, let’s not get into it.”

He cupped my neck and forced me to look back at him. “Why? What happened?” He sounded concerned.

“Nothing, really. We just had a big fight yesterday.”

His brows creased with worry. “About what?”

“All sorts of things.”

“Did you tell him about us?”

Pursing my lips, I shook my head. “No, although I think he might know? Or maybe not, I’m not sure.” I shrugged. “He left before I could actually check.”

“He left?” Camilo’s expression hardened. “As in, you broke up?”

I thought back on last night while scratching my chin. “Truthfully, I have no idea. He got so pissed that I was too scared to bring up the idea of breaking up, so I guess I’ll have to wait until he’s back.” I then looked around the room. “Anyway, we should go back outside. I’m starving, and there was a sushi table with my name on it.” I tried getting off the desk when Camilo grabbed me and lifted me back up.

“What’s wrong?” I frowned.