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.

"Okay, a little to the right please, Mr Armani?” I turn to watch as Camden shuffles to the left for the snippety photographer.

“No, my right!” The woman huffs. Camden scowls and reshuffles, and I grin.

He glances over and sees me laughing and flashes me a sarcastic smile back before turning to the camera.

And yet, I keep looking at him. My eyes slide over his perfect jawline and linger at those kissable lips. I bite my own, raking my teeth over it as I remember every single sordid, toe-curling, panty-melting detail of last night. The way he danced, the way he growled in my ear. The way he touched me and kissed me. The way he pulled my clothes off and ran his mouth over every inch of my body.

The way my legs wrapped around him, and the way I eagerly let him slide that huge cock inside of me, making me moan over and over until I came all over him.

I blush, feeling my panties growing wetter and my nipples hardening under my dress. I squeeze my thighs together, my eyes dropping down to the front of Camden's pants, imagining the big dick I know lies underneath—

"Hello! Earth to daughter of the celebrant!” The photographer barks. Camden's eyes snap to mine, and he grins as he realizes I was staring at him. My face burns fiercely, and I quickly turn back to glare at the photographer before anyone else realizes where I was staring. She clicks a few more shots and has us all reshuffle around a few more times before she nods.

“Right, I think that’s all the group shots. I already got the celebrant, the couple, and I’ll get some more of the extended family up at cocktail hour.” She smiles as her eyes land on me. “You know what would be sweet? A few with you and your dad.” I smile, and my dad turns to grin at me.

“Perfect. Yeah let’s get some of those.” Marion lingers, but everyone else starts to disperse. The photographer clears her throat though.

“Wait, Mr Armani. Stick around. After these two, I’ll get some of you and Miss Flynn here.”

I frown. “Oh, I don’t think that’s—”

“Oh, that’ll be adorable, Stella!” Marion beams, “Besides, you two look cute together.”

I blush furiously, and Camden quickly looks at his phone like it’s a pressing matter. My dad growls. “Agree to disagree,” he grumbles.

Marion laughs and kisses his cheek before she steps away. The photographer puts me next to my dad and starts snapping away, and a few minutes later, she beams. “Wow, I got some really nice ones.”

“We’re all good?” Dad says pleadingly. I look at Marion and snort, both of us knowing he’s definitely thinking about going to her as it was already time to dance.

“All good, sir!” the photographer smiles. “But, yeah, you,” she points at me. “And you,” she nods at Camden. “Let’s get a few with the two of you, okay?” Dad smiles and gives me a hug before turning and slapping Camden on the shoulder. “I’ll have a whiskey with your name on it waiting for you, man.” Camden smiles weakly, his eyes sliding over to me as his jaw tightens.

Dad and Marion head off and then it’s just he and I and the photographer. “Right, how about you stand in front of him… perfect, like that. Now, Mr Armani , arms around her please? No, touching her.” She sighs. “No, right on her hips. Perfect, just like that!”

I shiver as Camden's hands settle on my waist and slide down to rest on my hips. His grip is firm, and instantly, all I can think about is this morning, where he grabbed me like this and fucking me so hard and deep against the vanity with that perfect cock. I bite my lip, feeling the flush tease through me and squeezing my thighs again at the heat that pools between them.

“We still need to talk,” he growls into my ear.

“I don’t see what about.” A growl rumbles in his throat.

“You know what about.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” I throw back. “Now smile for the camera.”

“Okay, let’s get some smiles going, you two!” the photographer’s bubbly voice shakes me away from Camden, and I smile widely, only to feel his hands tighten on my waist.

“Estella?"

" What?” I hiss

“You know what I’m fucking talking about, Estella,” he growls quietly. “Were you seriously a…” I swallow thickly, feeling a heat building at my ear where his lips are hovering, and another on my hips, under his touch.

“Were you actually a virgin?”

“Smile, guys! MR Armani! Hello! It’s a birthday, not a funeral!” Camden swears under his breath, but then he must be smiling because the photographer beams and starts clicking away.”

“Does it matter?” I hiss back. “I’m a big girl, I can make my own decisions —”

“Yes or fucking no, Estella,” he grunts. “And yes, it fucking matters.”

“Why?” I shrug, shivering against him. “I mean you got laid. Do guys even care about more than that?”

“I care about more than that, yeah,” he mutters. "So answer the goddamn —”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Okay? Fine, yes. Happy now?”

He growls.

“Oh what? What the heck are you pissed ab—”

“Because if I’d known, I wouldn’t have.”

I frown and whip my head around. “Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “I’m over hee-reee, guys!” The photographer’s annoyingly sing-song voice has me growling as I turn back to flash her a thin smile.

“It means, your first time should have been with—”

“My first time should be with whoever I fucking choose, whenever I fucking choose, actually,” I toss over my shoulder. “This isn’t the fifties or King Arthur’s time or whatever. I’m not some fucking damsel.”

“I was going to say, your first time should have been with anyone but me.”

I frown. “Why?”

“It just should have been, trust me,” he growls. “And I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“I’d have gone slower, if… you know.”

“If you’d known I was a virgin,” I whisper, turning to glance at him.

He nods, and goddamnit, those dark grey eyes of his catch mine, and I swallow thickly as heat pools between my legs. “If you’d known that no other man has ever touched me? That yours was the very first…” I bite my lip flirtatiously. Teasing him is fun. “Cock I’ve ever had?” Camden's eyes spark with fire, and I flush as I quickly turn back to the camera.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little angel,” he growls.

I gasp, and shiver, but I cover it with a shrug. “Whatever you say.” His hand tightens hard on my hip, and I gasp as he chuckles darkly.

“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not working.”

“And what am I trying to—”

“I don’t fluster, angelo,” he growls. “But I’m pretty fucking sure you do.”

“I do not—”

“So how was it?” he purrs. “How was taking the first big, thick cock in your tight, sweet little virgin pussy, hmm? How was coming all over my fucking tongue for the first time, and then again all over my fat cock?” My face goes positively crimson, and I gasp, panting as I tremble under his touch. My nipples harden, and my panties are freaking soaked in seconds.

Camden chuckles. “Yeah, thought so.”

“You motherfuc—”

“Okay, Stella hon, you’re a little too far in front,” the photographer whines. “It looks like you’re at a junior high dance trying not to touch.” I blush, nodding. “Yeah, just shuffle back a little… yep, just like that.” I move back against him, and gasp quietly as my back presses to his firm chest. My ass settles back against him, and suddenly, my eyes go wide.

Oh fuck.

Camden is very, very hard, his cock throbbing and pulsing right against my ass. I swallow, heat blooming in my face and absolutely melting my panties. The camera clicks, and I glance back at him.

“Oh my God,” I hiss quietly as the photographer takes a second to adjust the settings on her camera. “Are you seriously hard right now?”

“Yes,” he growls right into my ear, making me gasp. He grips my hips harder, and I bite back a moan as he presses his thick erection into me.b“Because this seems to be the second time we’ve found ourselves in this position today,” he growls into my ear. “And the first time left a bit of an impression.” I blush fiercely and smile just as the photographer begins to snap away, blissfully unaware that the celebrant's best friend's huge cock is rock-hard and throbbing right against the celebrant daughter's ass. She takes shot after shot, and I literally have to swallow the moan as Camden grinds against me, making me so fucking wet I’m sure it’s going to drip down my freaking legs.

Finally, mercifully, she’s done snapping pictures.

“I think that’s it! You know, your friend was right,” she grins, winking at me. “You too look cute together.”

“She’s eighteen,” Camden grunts.

“He’s thirty-five,” I spit at the exact same time but he turned to growl at me, "Thirty two!"

"Well you sure don't look like it!" Lies!

The photographer laughs and rolls her eyes. “Well, the pictures look great. I’ll see you later!” She waltzes off, and I quickly turn, backing away from him.

“You did that on purpose.”

He frowns. “Did what?”

“Get… you know,” I blush, and Camden laughs. “I got hard on purpose? That what you’re saying?”

“Yes!” I hiss, my cheeks burning.

He sighs. “Not that I can’t if I want to, but that wasn’t me.” His eyes sweep over me, and I shiver. “That was all you, beautiful.”

I swallow, heat burning through me as my eyes lock onto his. “Well, don’t let it happen again.”

“No promises,” he growls.

“Make an effort.”

“Don’t press that ass against me after you’ve been eye-fucking me then,” he mutters.

“Pardon me?”

He growls, and before I know it, his hands are on my waist, pulling me right into him. He’s not grabbing me that hard, and I could totally shrug away from him if I wanted...And yet, I’m not.

I let him pull me right into him, my breath catching as I fall into his chest and look up into those dark grey , smoky eyes. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls, his eyes flashing heat. “I didn’t know who you were last night. And I didn’t know this morning, got it?” I nod, swallowing the heat from my face.

“But if I had?” he purrs lowly, leaning closer and closer until his lips brush my ear, making me gasp. “I would have done it anyways,” he growls, and I whimper. My whole body is on fire, and my pussy is so wet and achingly needy that I’m all but grinding against him. I pant heavily, our lips inches apart.

And then, I feel it—his thick, rock-hard cock throbbing like iron against my stomach. My pulse skips, and I think I actually do moan a little.

“You…” I swallow. “You’re doing it again,” I whisper.

“No, you’re doing it again, angelo. I told you. You're making me so fucking hard,” he growls.

Our eyes lock, my bottom lip trembles, and suddenly, our lips crashed together