“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.