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Camilla bit her lip, and her shoulders shook with the force of the laughter bubbling its way out of her chest. Tommaso’s laughter filled up the trail with hers. She reached for him, and fisted his jacket in order to pull him close enough that she could kiss his smirking lips. Then, she pushed him away just as fast, and smacked him lightly in the chest for being such an ass.

It was a stupid, silly gift. A cheap keepsake you could probably buy right off the street, and forget about it before it even made its way to the bottom of your luggage. She was pretty damn sure she had one that said something similar about New York, actually.

It would be nothing to somebody else.

It was a perfect memory of a day out with Tommaso for Camilla.

“You are terrible,” she said, “and I kind of hate myself for it, but I love this.”

“Someday you’ll admit Chicago is better,” he told her, “and you will be grateful that you already have this to show your love.”

“Lies,” she told him. “Nothing about Chicago is better than New York, and you know it.”

He grinned—sexy and dark in a blink all over again.

“Something about Chicago is going to be making you very fucking happy tonight, Cam. Do you want to try that again?”

A shot of heat and need drove through her body. From her toes, to her fingertips. She was entirely hot, needy, and unashamed all at once. Damn him for making her that way, too.

“You’re just about the only thing Chicago’s got going for it,” she said, meeting his gaze. “Just so you know.”

Tommaso nodded. “You know what, I’ll fucking take it.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

THE BEST wakeup call Tom had ever gotten was waking up to Camilla sucking him off. Already wet between her thighs, hot for him, and wanting to be fucked all goddamn morning. He was more than happy to go along with that plan.

Right after he got what he wanted, of course.

What he wanted was to shoot his load down her throat, and then get a taste of her pussy. Something he had missed over the last few months, and was pretty sure his memories didn’t do the taste of her justice. He’d barely gotten her through the door of her apartment last night before he had her bent over the back of the couch to fuck her silly. He hadn’t taken time for anything else—not when she had kept begging for him to just keep fucking her.

So yeah, he wanted that taste.

At the moment, though, he was a little preoccupied with Camilla’s mouth on his cock. She took his length in all the way to the back of her throat, and then sucked hard enough to take his breath away when she came back up. She did this fucking thing with her tongue, swirling it around the head of his cock, and then flicking it against the throbbing vein on his shaft.

One of her hands stroked his balls while her other teased his abdominal muscles with her fingernails. Every grunt—each groan—that came out of his mouth was accompanied by one of her sweet little hums. A vibrating sound that rocketed through his dick, and straight into his balls.

She’d smile each time, too, or as best she could. It seemed she liked eliciting some kind of vocal response out of him, and he didn’t seem to have much fucking control over his own body at the moment to stop the sounds. With each one, she peered up at him through dark, long lashes, and her lips curved just enough to tell him she liked it.

Tom wove his fingers into Camilla’s brown, bed-mussed hair, and grunted hard. “Fuck, Cam. You’re gonna make me come, babe.”

“Mmm.”

That was all he got back from her. Another one of those sexy little moans that only made him want to come more.

He thought she might only tease him by sucking his dick, and let him finish off by fucking her, but that didn’t seem to be the case. She planned on getting something from him, so fuck it. He would damn well give it to her.

Keeping his gaze locked on Camilla’s as she took his cock all the way into her mouth again, Tom tightened his grip on her hair. She stilled, and he felt her throat muscles constrict against his dick in the best way.

“You want me to come, Cam?”

She only blinked at him—lust swirling in deep chocolate orbs.

“Do you want to make me come, Camilla?”

The slightest curve of her lips answered him back.

Tom grinned, too. “Are you going to be my good girl and take it all for me—every last drop?”