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,...