Page 41 of Cream Pie

“I mean, if not, we’ve got like twenty hours to do so,” Max quips, nodding at the private jet.

The pilots and attendants come out to get the bags, but my dad waves them off with a smile, hefting his own stuff. He’s like that, my dad. Yes, he’s rich beyond belief, but he’s never let it turn him into one of those rich douchebags. He doesn’t come from money, and I think that’s one of the reasons he prefers to do some stuff by himself—carrying his own suitcases, making his own breakfast. Things like that. He’s also instilled it in me, which I’m forever grateful for.

He and Max walk their bags over to the plane, but Javier steps over to our car. Our eyes meet again, flashing with fire, and he clears his throat.

“My suitcase ended up in your car,” he grumbles lowly.

“Javier, right?” Hope immediately butts in, smiling away.

“Yeah,” he smiles. “Hope?”

“Yep!” She beams back. “Now, do you know everyone, Javier?” she says in a half teasing way.

He frowns, like he’s pretending to think. “You know, vaguely. You—” he points at Kendall. “You got married or something yesterday, right?”

She giggles and he nods.

“Yeah, it’s Kerry, yeah?”

“Har har har,” she groans, punching his arm. “Nice to meet you too, Jared.”

Javier grins.

“And of course, you know Cream Pie here, right?”

I groan, my face going bright red at Hope’s words. Javier looks amused as he arches a brow.

“Uh…”

“It’s because of my cake,” I mutter quickly, shooting Hope a glare. “The cream filling. Sorry, she’s terminally disgusting.”

Hope laughs and whirls to pull her bags out of the trunk. Max and my dad are suddenly back though, helping to grab all three of our bags as Javier takes his own. We all head to the plane, but somehow, I realize I’m lingering behind everyone else along with Javier.

“Cream Pie, huh?” he chuckles darkly.

“It’s because of the fucking cake,” I hiss back under my breath. “Don’t be disgusting.”

“Right, right,” he says slowly as we keep walking. We’re almost to the staircase up to the jet when I gasp at the feel of his lips barely brushing mine.

“See, I thought it was because you just fucking loved feeling me fill your little pussy up with cum.”

My legs shake as a ripple of heat teases through me, melting me from the inside out. I gasp quietly, and I’m searching for a response through the haze of filthy heat that sizzles over me when Javier just walks past me with a grin on his face. He passes his bag to the luggage guy, watches me do the same, and grins widely as he gestures towards the stairs.

“Ladies first.”

I’m still shaking as I board the plane, feeling his eyes on me and the lingering heat they bring.

A few hours later,and everyone’s asleep. Well, mostly. Dad is for sure, with Kendall conked out against him, and good lord are they adorable, I have to say. Hope is napping too, and Max a few seats away looks like he’s about ready to follow.

That leaves Javier and I, and after three hours of flying, I can safely say that neither of us are going to be falling asleep anytime soon. Not when we just keep eyeing each other and then looking away, over and over again. It’s like we’re whispering about what happened this weekend, but without the right words. Like we’re trying to communicate about it through thoughts alone, which is stupid.

In any case though, it’s got me tingling all over with a nervous, forbidden heat. I look up again for the millionth time, and blush when I catch his eyes drinking me in across the small aisle of the jet.

Screw this.

I pull out my phone and navigate to the information guide on the website for Bane Financial. Javier, as a corporate officer, is listed there—his education, his finance background, a way-too-hot looking headshot. And, of course…

I grin.

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