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His words fuel my desire to make him feel good. To continue to undo him until he has no choice but to shatter—and that he needs me there to put the pieces back together.

“Good,” I offer before wrapping my mouth around him and coaxing his hard length deep inside.

“Holy shit.” His fingers find my hair, but this time, he lets me have my fun. He just keeps them there lightly, letting them tighten in my tangled hair just enough to give him something to hold on to.

“It’s so hard to fit you in my mouth,” I note, putting my hand at the base of him to try and make as much of him as possible feel good.

“You can do it,” he encourages.

I try, opening my mouth wider as I push more of him into my throat this time. His moans guide me, even when my cheeks burn from opening so wide.

I’m busy going up and down, loving the way he moans my name when my phone vibrates on my nightstand. I don’t pay it any attention at first, too busy wanting to have him come down my throat again. We’ve been together multiple times from that first night at Wake and Bake and then at his gallery, but I haven’t been able to have him like this since then, and I’m eager to feel him tighten between my lips all over again. To feel him come down my throat, to hold eye contact as I swallow every last drop of him.

My phone vibrates again, catching my attention a little more this time. Camden must hear it, too, because once it starts vibrating for a third time, he lets out an annoyed growl. “Ignore it,” he demands.

I pull off, climbing up the bed. “I just need to make sure everything’s okay with my brother,” I explain. “What if something happened?”

I look at my caller ID, finding Mare’s face there instead. I’m about to ignore it, thinking maybe she’s calling to tell me she found out about the surprise, when I see she texted me, telling me to call her immediately.

“Don’t you dare do what I think you’re doing,” Camden warns, fisting his cock.

“One second,” I tell him, holding a finger up before swiping to answer.

His head falls back into the pillow with a soft thud. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

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CAMDEN

“You can’t be serious.”My hands rest on my hips as Pippa throws my pants from last night on the bed.

“I said I’m sorry!” Pippa says, shoving her arms through the sleeves of her sweatshirt. “If it was anything else, I would’ve said I couldn’t help. But this is my brother and best friend, Camden.”

My cock throbs. I try to run my hands along it to get some sort of relief, but it’s no use. I’m going to be blue-balled, and there’s nothing I can say. She’s determined to help the people she loves—something I’d admire if I wasn’t hard as a goddamn rock for her, my cock still wet with her saliva.

“You don’t have to come with me. You can stay here and wait, and I’ll come back and…” Her eyes drift to my cock. “Finish what I started.”

“Damn straight we’ll finish this later,” I growl, angrily stepping into my boxer briefs.

“Don’t you have people you love? People you’d drop things for?”

I’d drop anything for you.

I seal my lips shut, not ready to admit that. All I do is pull clothes on and aim a dirty look in her direction whenever she looks at me. I hate that she’s a good person. I don’t, not really. But it’s really inconvenient at the moment.

“This wouldn’t be happening if they could just communicate better,” I spit, following her into the bathroom.

She laughs, running a brush through her hair. It’s a tangled mess from last night, from having my fingers weave through it as I fucked her. I was really looking forward to pulling the long strands of her hair while I fucked her face. Instead, I get to play goddamn cupid with her for her brother and best friend, who apparently don’t know how to use a phone.

“Probably,” she quips. “But they’re both stubborn as hell. They wanted to surprise one another. I think it’s cute, even if it failed on both their ends.”

“Why don’t I just book a private jet for your friend to get a flight back to Chicago? I could pull some strings and get it there quickly.”

“You’d charter a private jet for my best friend so I can go back to giving you a blow job?”

My frown turns into a smile. “Yes.”

She closes the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my middle and looking up at me with a smile. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she teases.

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