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Tiny, white dots scattered in a vast, inky sky. Couldn’t see stars in New York City, a city so alive lights ran like an electric current through its veins. Here, the night had space to breathe, to stretch out, and it awakened something dormant inside of her, something wild and repressed.
    Her breath hitched, coming in tight gasps now, and her legs clamped around his head as everything inside her focused on the buzzing bundle of nerves he flicked again and again under the tip of his tongue, relentlessly. Cami felt herself bucking wildly against his soft lips in the tight confines of his car. She grabbed for something—anything—to hold on to and one hand gripped the door, the other fisted his hair as a single flick finally pulled a loud, throaty cry from the back of her throat. She saw stars above, stars behind her eyes as she felt Jayce draw out her orgasm, egging her on with beckoning strokes against her inner walls, coaxing her to throb around his finger again and again and again...
     

Chapter 9
    Cold morning light splashed over Cami’s face, slowly waking her. Her head felt full of lead and she tried to collect herself, blinking around the unfamiliar apartment. Metal, rounded walls. A full glass of water sat on top of a trunk, a makeshift bedside table. His clothes were strewn across the floor. Empty beer bottles stuffed in corners.
    You couldn’t take the trailer park out of the boy. Or the boy out of the trailer park, evidently. Cami, with all her baggage, had at least made it out of Tyburn. Jayce couldn’t even make it out of the park. And his home had wheels.
    Not that she was judging. Not that she had any place to judge. Had to remind herself of that. Cami lifted her blankets, glanced down at herself—nope, still wearing her dress from the night before. She looked over her shoulder to see Jayce flat on his back, pants still on. Mouth open, snoring lightly. Typical . Still. This was the first time in a long time she’d gotten that drunk and woken up with all her clothes in place. She vaguely remembered Jayce’s tongue, though, rolling between her thighs until she shuddered.
    Hell with celibacy. Oral sex and nighttime snuggles? Mark of a true gentleman , in her opinion.
    Tell the man what he won, Cami.
    She eased in beside him and got comfortable. Now in the sober light of day, she could see the definition in his chest and the solid six-pack below it. Those V lines that ran down his hips and vanished under his loose pants. Cami thought about tasting his abs, running her tongue down the lines in his chest, his stomach, down…down…
    She settled on a less intrusive wake up. She tugged her dress over her head and kicked aside her panties. She felt freer giving up all shame. Then she slipped her hand down his solid stomach and tiptoed her fingers under his pants, reaching for him. Under her slow, full strokes, he stirred in no time. He woke with a moan, blinking, which was her cue to grin, her chin perched up on his sharp hip.
    “What—?” he started.
    “Shhh, don’t talk,” she murmured and closed her mouth over his length. He felt sleepy, warm, and his resistance caved easily with a knowing Oh.
    His brain might’ve still been half-asleep, but his cock was certainly at full attention. Pent up from last night, it wasted no time reaching an impressive, taut height. Cami ran the flat of her tongue up his length like a meticulous cat, making sure to hit each vein and groove. She heard his breath catch in his throat and, thrilled, she continued to tease him, taking her time, examining his taste. His skin was warm, soft, tight, with a light hint of salt at the tip when she swirled around his swollen head, giving it a small suck.
    His body tensed immediately. “Cami,” he said in a breath, half reverently, half in warning. Poor boy, trying so hard to hold back. He was graceful about it, at least, as she could tell from the line of his jaw he didn’t like admitting defeat, but he couldn’t silver-tongue his