Page 46 of Cream Pie

He groans and steps dangerously close to me, making me gasp again.

“Can you still feel me?” he growls quietly. His hand comes up to brush my hip, and I shiver.

“Can you feel my cum soaked into those little panties?”

I gasp, nodding as fire sparks between us.

“Yeah,” I hiss. “And it’s been making me wet the whole flight.”

He groans. “I’ll be there soon.”

I swallow back the heat and force a smile to my face as I wave at my dad and Kendall in the car. “See you for breakfast!”

“Have fun!” Kendall calls back out through the window.

Oh trust me, I’m going to.

My body shivers heatedly the whole way into the city towards Javier’s address. I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever done this or anything close to this—sneaking off to slip into a guy’s home to wait naked and ready for him on his bed. It’s wild, and it makes me feel wild, just like every single second since the two of us collided has made me feel wild.

I still know there’s an element of wrong to this. I know this could still blow up in our faces. But I can’t help it, because I just crave him, utterly and completely. I know it’s a cliché to say, “damn the consequences,” but honestly, those consequences can go fuck themselves. I know whatever this is is real, and huge, and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

And I know I want more.

Javier’s building is swank. I mean, my dad keeps a ridiculously nice penthouse on the other side of Central Park from here, in addition to the main house out in Greenwich. But Javier isn’t exactly slumming it with Central Park West address. The doorman lets me inside, and the man at the front desk nods in recognition of my name, seeing as Javier’s somehow gotten them word that I’m coming.

It feels scandalous, too. Like I’m this seductress or courtesan sneaking into a noble’s quarters for some tawdry and passionate affair.

Javier’s penthouse is on the top floor, and when I step out of the elevator and keycard open his front door, it takes my breath away. Yes, even growing up with the money I grew up with, walking into a place as gorgeous as this, with the view it’s got, can still take my breath away. And Javier has nice taste.

I close the front door behind me, shivering in anticipation as I drop my bags to the side. I step into the big open-concept condo with the huge ceilings and brick walls and enormous windows overlooking the city, and I grin. In my head, I imagine us just cooped up in here, playing house together forever. I know it’s silly, and I start to roll my eyes at myself when suddenly, I hear something.

I freeze, and I’m about to write it off as me just being tired after a long flight, when I hear it again. And this time, I know I’m not making things up.

It’s the sound of a door, and then bare feet on hard wood.

I whirl, and my heart jumps into my throat at the sight of the beautiful blonde woman that strolls around a corner into the big living room area. But my fear instantly turns to something harder, and my eyes narrow as I realize she’s just wearing this super-skimpy lacy white lingerie.

The both of us lock eyes, and freeze.

“Oh, are you the new maid?” She croons with this judgey, pompous up-turn of her nose at me.

“Uh, no? I’m…” I frown. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

The woman’s lips curl at the corners into a wicked, sharp smile, and her blue eyes flash fire at me.

“I’m Jackie. Javier’s fiancée.”

The whole room freezes, and something inside of me just shatters and drops through my stomach. My mouth begins to fall open, and I stare at her as a numbness creeps over me.

I swallow, paling.

“What?” I breath out in a choked whisper.

The woman giggles. “Yeah, I know, I almost can’t believe it either!” She waves a hand in the air, and there’s no missing the enormous diamond ring on her finger.

I’m still just staring at her, trying to grasp at straws and put together what the fuck is going on, when she laughs again.

“Oh, wait. I do know who you are!” She beams at me, her eyes narrowing and her smile thinking into a hard line.

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