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“I’m always ready.” I stare her down.

“I bet you are.”

Rosie follows behind Cammie and Grandma Nettie into the kitchen.

“Did your work get posted yet online?” Jack brings the conversation back to me.

“It did. Beginning of the week. So far, it’s one of the most popular campaigns our company has had.”

“That’s great.”

Pride slips into a crack in my chest without thinking. Jack will never fully approve of me. I’m tolerable at best. But only as Jones’s friend. I know if he were to find out I’m having a relationship with his daughter, that tolerance would be gone.

“I’ll show you his posts after dessert, Dad. Once you see the pictures of those parks, you’re gonna be itching to go sooner than retirement, believe me,” Jones says.

“We’ll see,” Jack mutters.

Grandma Nettie enters from the kitchen and sets a plate with a slice of pecan pie and pumpkin pie in front of Jack. He nods his thanks. She sets one in front of Jones next before sitting down with her own plate. Rosie returns with her dessert and a plate for Grandma Gigi before gesturing with her eyes toward the kitchen.

I take this as my cue to exit, anticipation causing my heart to hammer against my ribs. I excuse myself, adjusting the bulge in my pants and hoping no one notices that or my absence while they’re devouring their pie.

I duck my head into the kitchen, eyes searching for Cammie like a lion zoning in on its prey when I see her sitting on the counter. Her legs spread, feet dangling, and that cleavage I’ve been drooling over all afternoon begging to be appreciated.

“I’m here for my dessert,” I growl, and she blushes, putting a hurried finger to her lips.

Lips I want to kiss so badly it hurts in my groin.

Rushing to her, I take what’s mine. A quick but passionate kiss. But she clutches my T-shirt, and instead of holding me to her, she shoves me back a step. My head spins.

“Someone could catch us,” she warns.

I quirk a brow at her. “It’s not like you to be a tease.”

She gives me a devious smile, dipping her finger into a bowl of whipped cream and clamping her mouth around it, dragging it back out agonizingly slow. Saliva pools in my mouth, and I feel animalistic again. My cock is jealous of that finger. I want to tear off all her clothing and fuck her so royally good she’s satisfied for a week.

“Don’t... don’t do that,” I warn, my words stammering.

Another plunge into the bowl of whipped cream, and then she holds it out to me, tormenting me like the wicked woman she is.

“You mean this? Why, you want a taste?” She smiles.

Damn. I want more than just a taste. I grab her finger and lean in, sucking her entire finger into my mouth, and she gasps. I lick every bit of whipped cream, and then I ignore her previous reservations and crush her mouth with mine. She giggles against my lips.

Commotion from the other room draws me from my Camille coma. A chair scrapes against the hardwood floor, and curse words fly. Followed by stomping. I whip around and hold my breath, awaiting the blow.

Camille must know it’s coming too because she slides off the kitchen counter, and it’s as if she awaits her punishment. She hides behind me, gripping the fabric of my sweater.

Jones appears in the open doorway, fury raging in his eyes as he holds up my phone. Blood drains from my body. My pulse thumps in my ears.

This is it.

CHAPTER26

Camille

“What the hell is this? Pictures of my sister? And you?” Jones shouts, still waving Maverick’s phone in the air.

“Oh shit,” I say softly on an exhaled breath.

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