I blinked awake to the sound of the ocean waves gently lapping outside and the warm sunlight streaming through the windows. I felt cozy and content, and it wasn't until I realized I was still in his arms that I understood why. I turned to look at his sleeping face, and a slow grin spread across my lips.

This was the man who had taken my virginity, even if he didn't know it. In the movies I've seen, 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. My eyes swept over his face, taking in the sharp jawline, the perfect cheekbones, and the dark stubble that covered his chin. In the morning light, he looked even more handsome than he had the night before.

I turned slowly in his arms, my eyes dragging over his chest and shoulders. His body was chiseled and smooth, like it had been carved out of marble. Tattoos swirled over his shoulder and down one arm, and I felt a thrill run through me as my fingertips traced over them. He's definitely older than I thought he was at the gala—certainly more like in his thirties. His skin is olive-toned, like he might be Greek or Italian or Spanish or something.

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

He’s 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!” 8am!

The birthday isn’t until this afternoon, but I’ve got a hair appointment together with Marion. Oh who is she? She's my best friend and soon to be step mother. Yes, she's getting married to my Father in three months. Weird right?

Well was at first when I found out about them. I mean, Maverick, my dad, is forty. Marion is twenty—of course that’s going to be a little weird, right? Except, it’s not really, not with them. Yes, my dad is marrying a girl my age range, and some people would freak out about that. But not once you know them.

Marion is way older than her age, and my dad is young at heart. Plus, it’s not like he’s made a habit of dating young girls or anything creepy like that. They’ve never told me the specifics, but really, it just happened. And love is love, after all.

My gasped swear stirs my gorgeous stranger awake, and he grunts as he blinks. 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 somewhere to be too.”

I blush. “Sorry."

“Hey,” he grins , reaching out to cup my jaw. “Just so you know, last night was… fuck, angelo,” he growls. “Last night was amazing."

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 I leave.” He chuckles." 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.

He follows me into the bathroom a few minutes later, giving me time to pee and start the water first. The whole bungalow is designed to look like it’s made out of bamboo and palm fronds—almost like this “glamour camping” tiki feel. Except, it’s also a five-start luxury resort, and I know these bungalows are upwards of two-thousand dollars a night. Perks of having a billionaire dad, what can I say.

The shower is open at the top to the air and covered only by palm tree fronds. I blush at my nakedness in front of him, despite everything, as I step through the glass doors into the gorgeous, huge shower. He follows, keeping close to me even though there are like four shower heads in here.

And I don’t mind one bit. I shampoo and rinse, and then reach for the soap. I glance at him as he washes his own hair, and that spark inside of me burns hot as I let my eyes drink him in. Eyes closed, he tilts his head back to rinse his dark black hair, and I bite my lip to stop the moan that wants to escape. I mean, God, he’s freaking perfect, like a freaking Armani model standing right in front of me, and totally naked. His muscles ripple, and when my eyes drop lower, I blush at the sight of his big dick.

He’s not even hard and the thing is hanging heavy and swollen between his muscled legs. Heat pulses through me, and I moan quietly. I want more of him. A lot more of him. But I know that’s stupid. I know you’re not supposed to do that with a one-night fling, right?

He opens his eyes and grins as he totally busts me staring at his cock.

“Eyes up here, Angelo.”

I blush fiercely and turn away. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“Don’t be.” I gasp at his growled words as he comes up behind me. His hands slide over my hips and then up my sides, making me shiver. They slide around to cup my soapy breasts, and his fingers roll over my nipples, making me moan quietly. But I reluctantly pull away, biting my lip.“Sorry, I…”

“We’re in a rush,” he murmurs, half smiling. “I get it.”

We finish rinsing off and step out to towel off. But the whole time, I’m still on freaking fire for him, sneaking peaks of him toweling off that body made for sin.

Out of the bathroom, I slip on a lacy black thong and matching bra, and then pull on a light rainbow coloured breezy dress. My actual dress is waiting with Marion as she had to take them for finishing touches. I’m glancing at the dress in the mirror and smoothing it out when suddenly, he’s moving behind me.

I gasp as his hands wrap around my waist and pull me close against him, and when I look back at the mirror, I moan realizing he’s still naked.

“I want you,” he growls thickly, his voice edged and primal. “I can’t let you walk out of here without feeling you again, Angelo,” he purrs.

I can feel his cock against my ass through the thin dress—so freaking hard and throbbing, and instantly, I’m soaked. I can’t even make words as I slowly nod my head, my pulse racing.

“Please,” is all I can gasp out. But it’s all he needs.

Instantly, he’s kissing my neck, making me moan at the ferocity of his touch. His hands tug the straps of my dress, peeling them and the top part of it down over my breasts. One hand slides around to cup them, teasing my nipples. The other cups my jaw and twists my mouth towards him. He kisses me hungrily, his hips pressing me to the vanity in front of me.

He reaches down, yanking my dress up to my waist, and I whimper as he yanks my panties down to mid-thigh. His huge, rock-hard cock slips between my legs, and I moan eagerly. I try and spread my legs, but they’re still bound tight by my panties. But he doesn’t need me to. I’m so freaking wet that all he needs to do is push his swollen head against my lips before he begins to slip right inside.

I groan deeply, gripping the edge of the vanity as my gorgeous stranger begins to feed his cock into my aching, slick pussy. He hisses into my ear, rocking his hips forward and driving in, until with a cry from my lips, I feel his chiseled abs against my ass. He groans, flexing his cock inside of me and making me moan before he pulls out, only to thrust right back in.

His hand grips my hip, the other tangled in my hair, and he starts to fuck me. I cry out in pure pleasure, the primal feel of him thrusting and rutting into me from behind making me wetter than ever and ache for more. Over and over, his thick, gorgeous cock slides deep inside of me, stretching me so full of him.

My lips cling to him on every thrust, trying to pull him back inside, and the fire inside of me starts to build and build. I moan, turning my head as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. He tugs at my hair, making me whimper in pleasure and then cry out in ecstasy as he fucks my little pussy hard and deep.

I can feel my wetness dripping from my pussy over his balls, and I start to lose all control. I thrust back against him, one hand reaching back to clutch his hip. He pounds into me, growling in my air, and my entire body begins to tense and shiver. Over and over, he buries his hard cock in my slick, tight pussy, until suddenly, I start to fall.

“I’m coming!” I squeal. “I’m coming!" I scream as the orgasm rips through me, my nails digging into the vanity top and his hip. He groans, thrusting into me hard and fast, his thick cock filling me to the brim over and over. I cry out, one orgasm tripping into another and my whole world melting around me. His arms circle me, holding me tight me as he fucks me hard and fast, until suddenly, he rocks deep into me and roars.

“I’m gonna fucking come, beautiful,” he groans.

“Come in me!” I gasp. “I want to—oh fuck!” I moan as I feel him start to fill me, loving the feel of him pulsing inside of me. His hot cum jets deep into my pussy, his hips pinning me to the vanity as he empties his load inside of me.

We stagger to a stop, panting and gasping, and when I look up at him in the mirror, I blush as I start to giggle. He grins, wrapping his big arms around me and kissing the back of my neck. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he groans, kissing my skin. He grinds his cock into me, making me whimper before he slowly slides it free of my tight, clinging pussy. He reaches down and tugs my panties up, and I moan quietly as he pulls them tight against my pussy.

“This event you have,” he growls. “I want you to feel me there. I want you to feel my cum dripping out of your little pussy and leaking into these panties.”

I turn in his arms and melt against him, kissing him deeply and wildly for I don’t even know how long. Eventually though, he pulls away from me to dress, which I watch eagerly like a total creep, of course. When he’s buttoning his shirt back up, he moves back to kiss me again.

“Last night was awesome,” he groans. “And today was even better.”

“Am I— I mean, am I going to…” I frown. Fuck, I am bungling this whole “no strings attached one-night fling” thing. I force a laugh to wave it off. “Nevermi—”

He cuts me off with a soft kiss, “I already left my number on your bathroom sink,” he purrs. He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, and I stare right back at the breathtaking man who’s taken my virginity.

“Have fun at your event today,” he murmurs.

“Have fun at yours,” I whisper back.

And then, he’s gone. I take one second to quickly fix my dress and hair, and then I’m running out the door to apologize to my friend for being late to our appointment.

***

A couple of hours later, I'm in my dress. I walked over to table where some drinks and snacks were. Even though it's a beach party, it was still glamorous. The crowd is starting to fill in their seats, and I grin as my dad walks up.

“Hey kiddo,” he smiles. He looks positively giddy.

“Hey yourself,” I grin back as I hug him tightly. “Happy Birthday, Daddy. "Poor man must have thought I returned alone last night after leaving the event without informing him.

" Thanks, sunshine,” he beams, kissing my forehead before frowning slightly. “I’m just wondering where my fucking best friend is.”

My brow furrows. “Wait Mr Armani isn’t here yet?” Camden Armani is my dad’s business partner, though they know each other from before work, I guess. He used to work for my dad at some other job I don't know about, before having his own organisation. I’ve actually never met the guy, I just know he’s a finance guy like my dad, and a billionaire like him too. He’s also my dad’s best friend, and a special guest today.

“He’s here as in, in Hawaii. He was at the gala. But he’s been missing since last night.” Dad muttered.

I frown. “Well, I’m sure he’ll be here.” Dad nods and smiles at me and then something shines in his eyes. He pulles me to himself, " I want to say thank you.”

“For?” I chuckle, raising a brow.

“For being great. For being the best daughter a dad could ask for.”

I grin, “Well, I do my best.”

He chuckles and gives me a hug, when suddenly he sighs and pulls back, looking past me. “Well it’s about fucking time, man. You know this birthday is about to start, right?”

"I know, I know. I’m sorry, buddy. I got caught up this morning and then had to go and fix some shit back at the office. We’re all good though.”

I freeze at that voice

Hang on.

That voice. That purr. That slight gravel to the baritone. The man brushes past me, and my dad goes for the handshake, but the guy laughs and gives him a hug instead, clapping him on the back. “Anyways, I’m here. "

Dad chuckles, pulling away from the dark-haired man. My heart starts to beat faster, and my face pales as I try and tell myself “no fucking way.”

“Thanks, man,” Dad says with a grin.

“And I am sorry I’m late.”

“Hey, you’re here.” Dad’s eyes suddenly glance past him at me. “Oh, Cam, I’d like to finally introduce you to Estella.” Camden is grinning as he turns to me, but suddenly, it drops from his face like a rock. We both pale, and my heart skips a beat.

Oh fuck me sideways.

“Estella…” he croaks out, his eyes wide and the color draining from his face.

My dad beams proudly. “Cam, meet my sunshine, my daughter.”

Camden. My mystery man from last night, who I gave my virginity to, and who rocked my entire world, is Camden—my dad’s business partner and best friend.

“Pleasure to meet you, Estella,” he growls quietly, his voice edged. He puts his hand out, and I take it. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, and a swell of heat through my core.

“Nice to meet you too,” I croak out.

“Lovely!” Dad chuckles, clapping his hands together. “Alright, we ready to do this? Ready to get this party going?” I blink as my hand drops from Cam's, but our eyes stay locked.

“Uh, yeah,” he murmurs emptily. “Yeah, let’s, uh, do this."

“Totally,” I choke out.

I stare at Camden, and instantly, my mind is flooded with every fucking detail of last night and this morning—every touch, every lick, every aching moan and fevered thrust. And I can still feel him in my panties, dripping from my pussy, just like he wanted.

The event planner ushers us to our places, and the music starts. I glance over, past my dad and the minister, and I blush deeply as I realize Camden is looking right back at me. I quickly look ahead, my face burning as a mix of cringe-worthy embarrassment and burning hot desire flood through me.

Oh, this is not good. Not good at all.

***

CAMDEN's POV

This is not good.

I stare at her, the girl from last night from somewhere in my dreams—the girl who I laid eyes on and knew was perfection. I just fucking stare at her, and all I can think of is the how she moaned. All I see when I look at her is the gorgeous body I know is under that dress. All I can think of is how she moved for me, and how she fucking tastes.

And she’s my best friend’s daughter.

The ground feels like it’s going to give out under me. My entire body is on edge, like I’m hovering over knives. And yet even with all of that, I look at Estella, and my cock twitches.

I’ve known Maverick for years, and of course I’ve heard all about Estella.

Maverick has given me so fucking much. Hell, he’s not even just a best friend, he’s like a brother, or a father as I like to joke sometimes. But the bottom line is, almost everything I have is because of him.

And I just fucked his daughter.

Like, literally three hours ago. I’m willing to bet my cum is still dripping out of her tight little pink cunt, filling those lacy black panties.

I groan.

Maverick clears his throat, and I turn to glance at my friend.

“So where were you last night? You left the gala unannounced.”

“Nowhere,” I answer way too quickly. I frown. “I mean, I went somewhere. Emergency.”

Maverick raises a brow, grinning. “Emergency, huh?”

“Nothing crazy,” I mumble, feeling Estella's baby blue eyes on me.

The thing is, this isn’t me. I never pick up girls. Hell, I know I probably look and fit the part to the letter—relatively young, rich, in great shape. I never knew my dad, but I can thank my Greek mother for my looks. Mom was a model back in the day, and she’s still a damn knockout.

But even with all of that, I don’t “pick up girls.” Especially not at a party. I’m too busy with work, and besides that, it doesn’t interest me in the slightest. I’m not a one-night guy. Hell, for the last few years, I’ve barely been an anything guy when it comes to women. I haven’t had time to date at all— first too busy working my way through building my organisation. I

Maverick turns away to speak to the Minister, and I realize I’m just staring at Estella. She looks back at me, her brow furrowed and a little scowl on her face. I arch a brow at her, and she blushes before she frowns even deeper and glances away. The event planner walks over and rubs her hands together.

“It’s time!”

The ceremony is a blur to me. I’m just staring past them at Stella— who rocked my fucking world last night. Estella whose sweet little pussy wrung every drop of cum from my balls. Stella who danced like a temptress and fucked like a demon. Estella whose pussy I can still taste on my tongue. Estella who I want more of.

The crowd cheers at something the MC of the event had said, breaking my thoughts. Maverick and Marion hold hands and waltz around, moving to the music. I hesitate, but the MC is shoves me forward.

“Hold her hand!” he hisses, pushing me into Estella.

I lock eyes with gorgeous brunette with the piercing blue eyes that fucking slayed me last night, and she blushes, her lips tight. We hold hands, hers so small in mine, and so warm. And we walk down the path.

We cut the cake, still acting like everything was normal. But fuck, we can’t just waltz around this and pretend last night, and this morning never happened. And I’m sure as fuck not going to just hang out with my dick in my hands waiting to see if Estella tells her dad everything.

When everyone was distracted and congratulating Maverick on both his birthday and engagement, I grab Estella and yank, dragging her off and into a side room. The door slams shut, and she whirls on me.

“What the fuck!” she hisses.

“What the fuck?” I growl back. “What the fuck you!” I spit.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her jaw drops, and this fury clouds her gorgeous face. “Excuse me?” She seemed offended but I could care less.

“You’re Maverick's daughter!”

Her eyes narrow. “Yes.”

“And you didn’t think to mention that?"

She stares at me incredulously, and I know how fucking dumb it sounds." Oh, I’m sorry,” she sneers. “Did you take a second to walk me through your family tree last night?” she hisses angrily.

I swear, whirling and shoving a hand into my dark hair. “Shit.” I grunt. “This is bad.”

“Well, geez, make a girl feel fucking special,” Estella hisses.

I turn, my eyes locking with hers. “You know what the hell I mean, Estella. ” But I pause. She actually does look more than a little stung by my words, and I curse myself for being such a douche about this. Fuck, I didn’t know who the hell she was, but she obviously didn’t know who I was either. I move closer to her, and she looks up and scowls at me.

“Don’t you fucking touch—”

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I growl.

“Yeah?” She sneers. “And what’s that?”

“Last night was fucking incredible.”

She stiffens and then blushes, blinking. “Oh,” she says quietly.

“And so was this morning.” I move closer to her, and she gasps as I move right into her. “But Jesus fucking Christ, Maverick's your dad.”

She swallows, biting her lower lip before her eyes slide up to mine. “Look, you think my dad would kill you for, well, me.”

“I don't think! I know, "I grunt.

“Well, it’s not like he’d be thrilled with me either, okay?” she mutters. “Look, we both were a little wild, and we didn’t know, right?”

“Right,” I swallow. “And we’re both adult—” I freeze. “How old are you?”

Estella rolls her eyes. “Eighteen, relax.” I stare at her and she glares back at me. “What, you want my ID?"

I let out a slow breath of relief while at the same time cursing myself for being so fucking reckless last night. I mean she’s drop dead gorgeous, but she did look young last night. Thank God she’s not that young.

“Would it have stopped you if I wasn’t?” she throws at me.

“Easily,” I growl.

She grins saucily, and I feel the fire roar inside of me. Fuck, she’s a wildcat, this one. “So, now what,” I mutter, running my fingers through my hair and letting out a tired sigh.

“We go out there and keep our fucking mouths shut. Because I doubt my dad would be thrilled about me screwing his secretary.” She eyed me, folding her arms.

I growl lowly, my jaw grinding. Little brat. “I’m not his secretary.”

“Whatever you say. And I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s—with sleeping with me."

“Yeah, I somehow doubt that too,” I grunt.

“So, we just met here at the birthday party. That’s our story?”

I nod. “Exactly.”

“And last night ever happened.”

I nod, but the heat pulses through me. I move closer to her, my eyes locking with hers. “But it did,” I growl.

“Yeah,” she breaths. “It did.” I move even closer, so close that we’re almost touching, and Estella's breath catches.“What are you doing?"

“Nothing,” I growl, my eyes burning into hers as raw desire burns through me like diesel fuel.

I swear I’m about to reach out and grab her, and kiss her, and rip that fucking dress off of he right here, damn the consequences. But just then, her phone rings in her bag. She lets out a small breath of air, her cheeks red as she quickly pulls away from me and takes it out of her clutch. She looks at it and swears.

“Shit,” she mutters. “Fuck, we’re needed for the birthday party pictures.”

“Right, yeah, let’s get—” But suddenly, I freeze. Suddenly, something she said a second ago that tripped me for a moment but that I then forgot comes rushing back to the forefront of my mind.

***Whatever you say. And I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s—with sleeping with me.***

My eyes widen, and as she walks past me, I suddenly whirl and grab her arm. She gasps as I yank her back, staring at her like I’ve seen a ghost.

“What the fuck?” She hissed.

“What were you about to say, before?”

She scowls at me. “What?” She blinks quickly, shaking my hands off her arm and turning for the door. But I stalk after her and slam my hand against the door over her shoulder, stopping her. She whirls at me, annoyed.

Something cold shivers through me. “Before, you said ‘I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s…’” I frown. “His daughter’s what, Estella?,” I growl quietly.

She turns red, swallowing quickly and wetting her pink lips with her tongue. “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.” But I don’t move my hand one centimeter, because I think I know where this is going, and holding onto the door might just be what keeps me from falling right over.

“Estella.”

“Forget it, okay?” she snaps. “Let’s just go.” She’s so flippantly dismissive of it, that instantly, I know I’m right. My eyes go wide, and my pulse roars in my ears.

Oh fuck.

I breathe, and I blink, and when Estella takes a shaky breath herself and turns back to me, I know without question that it’s true. “Are you…” I swallow. “Were you a virgin?”

“Can we just go take pic—”

“Yes or no,” I growl quietly.

Estella blinks, her big blue eyes looking up into mine as she swallows thickly. Her arms hug herself, and she shrugs nonchalantly as her eyes bore into mine, unblinking and unflinching now. “Yes,” she mutters. “I was.” She whirls, knocks my arm away, and swings the door wide as she waltz’s right out.

Oh fuck.