My forehead creased. “My who? I’m single, and I don’t recall posting about a stupidhead.”
“Single is awesome,” he exclaimed. “That’s the best news in the galaxy all day.” He was too cute for words. “Last year when I started picking the winners, there was a photo or two of someone I figured was a boyfriend. But now the pictures are gone.”
Ah. Yes, I’d deleted the two photos with Shawn in them. “An ex. Aye, I ended things with him.”
“Good.” Camden looked all smug. “Everyone who stands in my way is a stupidhead, duh.”
I laughed. “You’re fuckin’ cute, you know that?”
“It can’t be helped.” He wriggled his sweet ass over my lower stomach and looked very pleased with himself. “Who knows, maybe I can develop my evil genius plan more now—but I can’t divulge. You don’t have the right clearance for that. Nobody does!” He tried to pull off an evil laugh, only succeeding in being even more adorable. “Let’s go back to a more important topic.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Cute nicknames. I love them, love them, love them. Can you call me something sweet in Italian?”
I could call him a million things in Italian, all true. I hummed and pulled myself up into a seated position, and he scooted down a bit, right where I wanted him over my cock.
“Anything can be a term of endearment in Italian.” I combed back his hair with my fingers. “My nonna calls me her polpetto, for instance.”
“What does it mean?”
I smirked. “Meatball.”
Camden squeaked and slapped a hand over his mouth.
“I was a chubby kid,” I chuckled.
“That’s so funny,” he giggled.
It was a sight for sore eyes to see him grow littler right before my eyes. I imagined it was a mentality to sink into, and he had to feel comfortable enough around me if he could do it so freely. It was heartwarming.
“You’d make a perfect piccolo ragazzo. Little boy.”
He sighed dreamily and put his hands on my cheeks. “Say it again? The way you roll those Rs makes my tummy tingle. Rrrragaaahhtso.”
I laughed silently and leaned in, whispering in his ear. “Sei bellissimo, piccolo ragazzo. Potrei guardarti tutto il giorno.”
He shuddered violently in my arms. “What does that mean?”
“It means, you’re beautiful, little boy. I could look at you all day.” I nipped at the spot below his ear and gave him one more line, a request. “Dammi un bacio. Give me a kiss.”
I hugged him to me as he trembled and tilted his face toward mine, and it was so different from my kiss with August, yet just as exciting. Camden pecked me softly at first, then inched away and smiled shyly before he went in for another kiss.
“I wanna kiss like grown-ups,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I whispered back.
He kept his hands on my cheeks as he kissed me, and he seduced me so damn well with each little peck. Then his tongue swiped over my bottom lip, and I deepened the kiss by sliding the tip of my tongue into his mouth. He liked that. He shook a little and made a happy humming noise.
He was gonna drive me fucking bonkers with his adolescent behavior.
“Mmm.” He locked his arms around my neck and pressed himself against me, and I took it as a sign to kick it up a notch. I couldn’t be the only one stark naked.
Angling myself for a deep, hungry kiss, I hooked my fingers into his briefs and pushed them down a bit.
He took the hint and scrambled up on his knees so I could help him get rid of his underwear.
“There we go. Now we can feel each other properly.”
He nodded and got comfortable over my cock again, wriggling like the tempting little thing he was, and smiled against my lips.
“Your thing is hard, Sir.”
“Because of you.”
“I wanna—” He cut himself off with a gasp, and his eyes went wide. “I can hear Daddy! He’s coming up the stairs.”
Blood surged to my cock, but it was part frustration too. With everything going on right now, the last thing I wanted was to go downstairs and be polite to fuckers I didn’t know.
August knocked twice before opening the door, and the little talker on my lap wasted no time.
“We’re kissing, Daddy! Come here and have fun with us.”
I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I agreed with him wholeheartedly. August should join us. Camden’s youthful display had temporarily blocked the memory of August’s raw masculinity and the power he exuded just by breathing, but it all came back to me now as he stood there in the doorway with a charming smile and the devil in his eyes.
“I’m glad y’all are gettin’ along.” He closed the door behind himself. “Clara just arrived with the first couple of guests, so I reckon I have three minutes before she sends out a search party. God forbid I’m late to a promotional hoopla.”
I pressed a kiss to Camden’s shoulder. “What can we do to your Daddy in three minutes?”
I could practically see the hamster wheel turning.
August found us funny. “You two aren’t going to do a damn thing.” He reached the edge of the bed and grabbed a fistful of my hair. A beat later, he was kissing me forcefully, catching me by surprise. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, tasting of whiskey and mint.
“Keep kissing,” Camden urged and scrambled off me. “I’m gonna hide Anthony’s clothes so he has to stay up here with me.”
I couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping.
Neither could August. “You can stay right where you are, boy. As if I didn’t already know that you were going to try to keep Anthony up here with you.” He turned to me next, and he planted a swift kiss on my lips. “How quickly did he get you naked?”
Fuck. Did it matter? What mattered to me was how quickly I’d caved.
My ears felt hot. “A few minutes, maybe. I didn’t put up much of a fight.”
“As you
