Page 45 of Cream Pie

Chapter 12

Amy

Needless to say,the flight from Thailand back to New York is a very, very long flight. And I don’t even mean that figuratively, I mean it’s just literally so fucking long. What doesn’t help is that every single time I look across the aisle at Javier, I want him. Like, literally every time. But at no other point on our trip back do we get that perfect storm again of everyone sleeping, so sadly, there aren’t any more Mile High Club sessions.

There are cars waiting for us when we land at the private jetport outside New York. Max waves goodbye and head back to his place, Hope has some friends from high school who she’s off to see for the night, and Kendall and my dad have a honeymoon to pack for. I can see Javier angling himself to get into a car with me, and I know without even us having said anything that we’re both without question going to go back to his place.

…And good lord am I wet thinking about that.

That is, until my dad pops that balloon.

“Hey, you want to ride with us, man?” He nods at Javier.

“What’s up?”

Dad frowns, but Kendall pipes up, looking sour.

“He checked his work email, like he promised he wouldn’t,” she mutters. My dad smiles and wraps an arm around her. “I’m all yours, baby. Just need to fill him in on some stuff for when I’m gone.”

Javier frowns as he scrolls through his emails.

“Shit, the Bronson Tech merger?”

My dad nods and the both of them sour even more.

“Shit, yeah, you want to talk strategy?”

Dad nods. “If we can talk on the way back to my penthouse, that might be all we need. Then you can head home while we pack for the honeymoon.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Dad nods again and turns to me. “You coming with us?”

I shrug. “I could?”

My phone buzzes, and when I glance at it, I have to think fast to cover the blush on my face.

I have plans for you. At my place.

I clear my throat and look back up.

“Actually, Hope just invited me out with her friends tonight. That cool?”

My dad smiles. “Hey, you’re an adult, kiddo. Just be safe.”

Kendall pouts. “Are we seeing you tomorrow morning before we leave?”

“Of course!”

She beams. “Good. Well, have fun tonight.”

She and my dad start to get into one of the waiting cars, but Javier turns back, as if he’s still rummaging in his suitcase before the chauffeur puts it in the trunk. His eyes meet mine, and I shiver as he reaches out and palms something into my hand. I realize it’s a keycard with the name of an upscale Park Avenue address on it, and heat blazes through me.

“Go to my place,” he growls under his breath. “I’ll let the front desk know to expect a guest of mine. Get to my place, take your fucking clothes off,” he rasps, making me whimper quietly. “And then get on all fours on my bed.”

I gasp, my eyes wild as they lock with his.

“Don’t be long,” I whisper heatedly.

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