Page 5 of Cream Pie

Chapter 2

Amy

I blinkawake to the sound of the ocean and the feel of the sun coming in through the windows. I’m warm and so fucking cozy and content, and suddenly, I realize why with a start.

…I’m still in his arms. I blink, half turning to look at his still-sleeping face. And slowly, I grin. This is the man who’s taken my virginity, even if he doesn’t know it. My eyes sweep over him, and my pulse quickens. In the movies, the one-night fling isn’t always so glamorous or sexy the next day. But that’s not true in this case, at all.

In the morning light, my stranger is somehow even sexier. He’s definitely older than I thought he was at the club—certainly more like mid-thirties. His skin is olive-toned, like he might be half Greek or Italian or Spanish or something. Dark stubble covers his chiseled jaw and perfect cheekbones. I turn slowly in his arms, and my eyes drag over more of him.

He’s got a body carved out of marble—perfect, chiseled smooth muscles. Tattoos I didn’t really even notice last night in the dark swirl over his shoulder and down one arm to the elbow, and I bite my lip as my fingertips trace over it. He stirs, growling in his sleep, and his grip on me tightens. I grin, feeling the thrill of that tight grip on me.

His hips shift, and I gasp quietly as I feel his big cock brush against my thigh. He’s hard, and I chance pulling away from him and glancing down between us. My jaw drops.

Jesus fucking Christ, how the hell did that even fit in me?

He’s freaking huge, and thick, and just looking at it has my pulse quickening and my pussy growing wetter. I grin wickedly, thinking about the idea of just reaching down and touching him, or even just sliding on top of him and teaching myself a new way to feel that cock. But first, I glance over to the bedside table.

My eyes focus on the clock there, and suddenly, I gasp as I bolt upright.

“Shit!”

The wedding isn’t until this afternoon, but I’ve got a brunch thing with Kendall soon, and then a hair appointment with the resort’s stylist. My gasped swear stirs him awake, and he grunts as he blinks awake. I turn, and he looks at me as he starts to grin.

“Morning, beautiful,” he purrs. His arms circle me to pull me close, and I’m so close to letting him, before I stop.

“It’s… it’s late, and I’ve got this thing.”

He frowns and looks past me at the clock before he swears and sits bolt upright.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got a thing too.”

I blush. “Sorry, I don’t mean to… you know.”

“Kick me out?”

I blush, and he grins.

“It’s fine.” He frowns slightly, like he’s thinking about something.

“Hey,” he purrs, reaching out to cup my jaw. “Just so you know, last night was… fuck, angel,” he growls. “Last night was incredible.

I blush deeply, and suddenly, I’m falling into him. Our lips meet, and I kiss him slowly before I pull back.

“I really need to shower before my thing.”

He chuckles. “Same. I should get go—”

“You can shower here if you want,” I blurt out. I turn like I’m casually reaching for my phone, but it’s actually to hide the fact that I’m physically cringing at how shitty I am at this whole one-night fling thing.

“Yeah? I’d love to.”

I blink and turn back. “You would?”

He grins. “Absolutely. As long as you’re sharing it with me.”

My face burns hot, and so does the heat between my legs.

“Sure,” I breathe shyly.

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