Page 20 of Five

The flash drive with the code has been burning a hole in my pocket all day. And even though picking it up was an afterthought once I landed in Denver, it was a good move. Because the code on this drive is the most perfect string of numbers, letters, and symbols I’ve ever had the pleasure of creating.

I open the door and get a whiff of something sweet. Like Kate was baking cookies earlier. I flick on the foyer light and…

“Well, hello there, handsome.”

Rory Shrike is sprawled out on the steps wearing nothing but… whip cream and strawberries.

I cock an eyebrow as I grin. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for my man to come home so I can give him dessert.” She’s purring her words, Marilyn Monroe style.

My mouth drops open. I’m not sure if I’m surprised, amused, or turned on. All three, I think.

Rory stands, allowing me to get a good look at her. All her sexy parts are covered in dollops of whip cream. And on top of each crested peak are thin slices of strawberries. Her nipples, her pussy, and there’s even a little bit of cream on her nose. But that last one has no strawberry and I don’t think it was on purpose.

“This is…”

“Hot?” she purrs.

“Yes,” I say. Because she’s wiggling her curvy hips as she walks towards me. Have I ever seen the princess’ breasts so… openly?

Nope. I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.

“Erotic?” she asks, taking my tie in her fingertips and pulling me towards her.

“Definitely.” I smile.

“Am I making you hungry, Five Aston? Hungry for my body.” She bats her eyelashes at me, cartoon-style. “Do you want to eat me up?”

My hands land on her waist just as she slides hers around the back of my neck. “Hmmm,” I say, playing it cool. “I haven’t eaten dinner yet, Princess.”

“I’ll take care of that,” she says, still in that low hum of a voice. She leans up on her tiptoes and then those perfectly plump lips are on mine. I pull her close—fuck the whip cream and the five-thousand-dollar suit—and kiss her back.

Her tongue is sweet. Like she’s been sampling her outfit while she was waiting for me. She tastes like the past, the present, and the future all at once.

When she pulls back, she squints her eyes in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“How did you get whip cream on your nose?” And then her hand goes up to her face and finds her little mistake. “Oh, my God. Please tell me that wasn’t there when I was in seduction mode!”

I lean down and lick it off, then kiss her lips again.

The last time I kissed Rory Shrike was six summers ago when I was leaving town. It was a quick kiss at the airport. In front of her father. My father. It was a stupid kiss.

But this one… this one is the do-over I’ve been dreaming about.

I hold her face in my hands and lose my mind as visions of corrupting my strawberry princess flood in.

“Take me to your room,” she says. “Right now. I want this, Five Aston. I need this.”

I ignore all her pleas as I lean down to pluck the strawberry from her nipple. Her breasts are large, and round, and perfect. I hold it in my hand, my cock getting hard, and lick her until her head falls back and her mouth opens into a moan.

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

“I thought it was, Kiss me,” I say, crouching down until I’m eye-to-eye with her whip cream pussy. I pluck that strawberry off too, then swipe my tongue up her slit and get a mouthful of sweet cream.

“We’re moving on,” she says, her voice a little squeaky from my sudden position change.