Cream Pie

What’s not to love about a wedding?
There’s champagne, dancing, a cake…
…and giving your v-card in a fit of wildness the night before to the dark, brooding stranger with the eyes that melt your panties off.
Of course, that was before I find out he’s my dad’s best friend.
…That’s before I realize how f-ing screwed I really am.

He’s sinfully gorgeous, with rippling, inked muscles, eyes like dark fire, and lips that taste like good tequila and bad decisions—decisions like deciding to let him, a stranger, take my v-card the night before my dad’s wedding to my best friend. There’s just one tiny problem.

…It turns out, he’s the best man, and my dad’s best friend.

Shit.

Javier Luca is devil in the boardroom and a demon in the sack—trust me, I know. It was supposed to be a one-night thing. I was supposed to never see him again. Except now, he’s all I can think about, all-consuming, and making me ache for more. And that’s a huge problem.

He works for my father. He’s almost twice my age. He could probably have any woman in the freaking world. And yet, all he wants is me…again, and again, and again, until he’s all I crave.

This is wrong. This is obscene. I know I should say no. I know we should stop this before the whole lurid thing blows up in our faces.

But he’s like the sinful dessert you can’t say no to. And everyone likes a happy ending, a sweet treat, and a nice, creamy filling…