Cherry Pie

I frown. “Girls?”

There’s the sound of footsteps, and suddenly, Kendall’s blonde locks and gorgeous blue eyes poke into the room.

“Hey,” she says quietly. “Just me.”

I frown. “Where’s Amy?”

Kendall steps into the room, and I groan inside. Shit, she’s wearing this pastel floral sundress that was made for her—hugging every single curve and showing off a ton of those long creamy legs. I shake my head, focusing on what she just said.

“Alone?”

“Mr—” she catches herself. “Marshall, you really do need to trust her. The party really is just girls, and no drinking.” She flashes a gorgeous smile at me. “We’re good, you know.”

“When you aren’t selling your fucking virginity online, you mean.”

She blushes, and I can already feel my pulse quickening, and my cock swelling. Fuck, I shouldn’t be alone with her. Not when I’ve been drinking. Not when she’s in that little sundress. I stand from the couch, but I sway for second, the bourbon I’ve been knocking back hitting me a little bit harder than I expected.

Kendall giggles, and instantly, she’s by my side, her hands on my arm.

“Whoa, easy there.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m fine.”

“You’re drunk.”

I grin down into her eyes. “I’m not drunk, I’ve been drinking. Subtle difference.”

She rolls her eyes, still smiling at me.

“Well, keep drinking like this and what’s the point of keeping in such great shape, Mr. B?”

I wink. “So that I can drink.”

Kendall giggles, her whole face lightning up. I’m acutely aware of her hand still on me, and God help me, it’s shredding my resolve.

Goddamn, this isn’t good.

Kendall nods at my glass on the coffee table. “Can I get a glass?”

I arch a brow. “No.”

She puts on an exaggerated pout, and I just shake my head as I lean closer to her.

“I think I’ve done enough corrupting of you without feeding you booze.”

She eyes me, her gaze heavy and heated, and just as I see the sly grin start to creep at the corners of her mouth, suddenly, she makes her move. She darts past me, like she’s lunging for my drink. I grunt, my arm catching her fast around the middle and yanking her back as she shrieks with laughter. She slams back into me, and suddenly, my footing goes to shit. I twist, the room spins, and the both of us go tumbling onto the couch, me on my back with the gorgeous little tease landing right on top of me.

Fuck.

The laughter stops. The room gets hot as fuck in a second. The air gets thicker. And suddenly, I realize I’ve got Kendall Shaw with her legs spread around my hips and her sundress riding high on her thighs, lying on top of me, leaning over me, her lips inches from mine.

“Marshall…” she whispers.

“Kendall.” I shake my head, my brain telling me to stop but every other cell in my body roaring to take her, and have her, and taste her.

Her eyes are hooded, locked onto mine as she leans closer, her breath warm against my lips as the low light glistens off of hers.

“Goddamnit, Kendall,” I growl, my body tightening, fighting with my brain. And my cock swelling rock hard against her panty-covered mound.

“It’s not like we haven’t already,” she whispers.

I groan. “And that was an overstep on my part. A huge fucking overstep.”

“Like this?”

And suddenly, her mouth crushes to mine, and I’m lost. She moans sweetly into my lips, kissing me slowly and furtively, and then bolder as her tongue swipes against my lips. I growl, opening my mouth, my tongue swirling with hers as we grind against each other. Until finally, I pull back, my eyes blazing into hers.

“Fucking hell, Kendall. We can’t—”

“I want you to,” she pants feverishly. “I really, really want you, Mr. B.”

I groan, my hands sliding up her creamy thighs, shoving that sundress high as my cock pulses, dripping precum into my boxers.

“You know you don’t fucking owe me, right? That fucking auction? I mean Jesus, Kendall, if you need it, you know you can keep the fucking money. I’m not going to come collecting on your damn virginity just because I paid for—”

“I’d give it to you for free.”

The room goes still again, both of us blinking in shock. Me at her words, her at actually having said them. She blushes fiercely, chewing at her lip, and goddamn, the beast in me roars.

My hands shove up her thighs, grabbing her ass tight as she squeals, and before either of us can say another word, or before I can try and lie to myself again that I don’t want this with every part of me, we come crashing together. Our mouths crush against each other’s hard enough to bruise, her sweet moans teasing through my ears and making my balls twitch with need as I devour her lips.

This is wrong, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Not when she’s in my arms, my hands on her tight little body. Not when she’s grinding her panty-covered pussy against my throbbing cock and moaning like that.