The Kane Cross (Cross 1)

Ivy didn't want him to move away. "Do we have a deal? Fifteen hundred for the night."

Fifteen hundred was an obscene amount of money. Ivy wasn't a whore, but she was attracted to the gorgeous man. The second she told him she was Tate's friend, he would think she was a gold digger. It was a no-win situation. Maybe she should leave.

He kissed her again. Making her wonder how his lips would feel on other parts of her body. He never stopped for an answer and walked her with their lips attached to the large sofa. They stood next to it as his hand ran up and down her side, over her hip, and drawing her closer into his bulge each time. She couldn't stop if she wanted to. The puddle between her legs had a pulsing that would have been impossible to satisfy on her own.

His promise of a night together had lured her. After months of stress, she needed someone to hold her. It had been too long since she received any affection. Her needs overpowered right from wrong as she let him lift her shirt over her head.

"So beautiful," he murmured, and his palms cupped her over the worn satin beige bra. Wouldn't a high priced hooker wear tiny lacy underthings? With a flick in the back, the old garment fell to the ground as his fingers teased her hardened nipples.

She let her own hands wander underneath his shirt. She hadn't expected muscles and smooth skin. He moved back slightly and lifted his shirt over his head. She gazed from his broad shoulder to narrow waist with a trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. He was chiseled to perfection. Not like a bodybuilder but like a man should be with not an ounce of fat on his body.

He smiled at her inspection. "Enjoying the view. I'm sure you brought your own, but my policy is to use my own protection." She gulped and definitely didn't have any of her own. "Upstairs is better." He pulled her hand towards the stairs, but stopped. "Wait, we didn't have dessert."

Her eyes widened as he held up a can of whipped cream. "Whatever." She tried to sound nonchalant.

"I was supposed to eat cake today, so eating you will be the next best thing." Once upstairs, his tone changed. "Take off your jeans."

She complied and was glad to be wearing a thong. Cotton bikinis would have given her away. She was pretty sure her friendship with Tate would be over as soon as she discovered Ivy's deceit.

He ripped the covers down to the bottom of the bed. "Lie down on your belly."

She climbed up and followed his instruction resting her chin under her hands with her elbows out to her side. He disappeared into the bathroom but returned with a box of condoms and a face cloth. She squirmed when the cold cream landed on her back. She felt his weight on the bed and the denim from his legs as he straddled her. Sensations she never experienced ricocheted around her body as his tongue lapped the cream off her back. He wiped her back with the damp cloth, as his husky voice commanded. "Turn over."

She looked up at his face. He was truly gorgeous with his straight nose and perfect smile. Licking his lips, he smiled wickedly, just before he shook the cream and sprayed it on her nipples. Her body bucked as his skilled tongue licked the sweet sticky mess from her breast. He had pinned her hips down as his groin pressed into her. Each buck caused friction, when he swore she knew she wasn't the only one who felt it.

"Fuck woman. You are worth every penny."

"Can I taste it?"

He smiled and squirted some in her mouth. Then his tongue attempted to get a taste before she swallowed. "Do you want more?"

She nodded. He stood and dropped his pants completely. Ivy stared at his thick, long erection. Did money buy beautiful penises? She had only dated poor students like herself and had never seen one so large. Her pelvic floor tightened in anticipation. He sat next to her on the bed and sprayed the cream on his erection with a wicked smile. He raised his eyebrows before reclining on his elbows.