Cherry Popper Read online Victoria Quinn (Cherry #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Cherry Series by Victoria Quinn
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“Look at me.” My hand moved into her hair as I slowly thrust into her mouth.

Her eyes flicked to mine.

I wanted to deep-throat her good and hard, but this woman was too inexperienced for that. She liked things slow and gentle—for now. And I wanted her to keep breathing, so I let her do most of the leading. But when I saw those eyes look into mine, I wanted to come on the spot. “Yes…just like that.”

Coen and Simone were getting married at sunset, so I didn’t need to leave my penthouse until Saturday morning. Since it was a beach wedding, I intended to wear slacks and a collared shirt with sandals. They couldn’t expect me to wear a suit and tie under such conditions.

I picked up Monroe next.

She wore a beautiful purple dress with her hair in big curls. One side was pinned back, so most of her curls were situated on one side of her head. It was a hairstyle I hadn’t seen her wear before, but I liked it. She wore a gold necklace around her throat and flats that would be appropriate for the sand.

“You look beautiful.” I kissed her before I opened the back door for her, taking her bag from her.

“Thank you. You do too.”

“I look beautiful?” I said with a chuckle.

“Yes,” she said with a straight face. “You’re a very beautiful man.” She got into the car.

Once I was in the back seat beside her, we left Manhattan and began the drive toward the tip of Long Island. After we were out of the city, the traffic cleared up, and we started to cruise.

She looked at the ocean, her eyes lit up with joy. “At least it’ll be a beautiful wedding. It’s perfect weather.”

“Yeah.” I didn’t give a damn about the weather. It could rain for all I cared.

“So…what do I tell your mother?”

“About what?” I asked.

“Us. What if she asks?”

“She’s not gonna ask that. I mean, she’ll ask me that but not you.”

“You said your mother is nosy…”

“Then if she does ask, just say we’re seeing each other casually.”

“Alright.” She crossed her legs and looked out the window again, looking stunning as the sunlight hit her just right.

It was unlike me to bring a woman to a family event since I’d never done it before, but having Monroe there would make this trip less of a nightmare. I would watch karma punish my brother for what he did to me—even though it seemed like too harsh of a punishment. We would have dinner, and I would be on my best behavior because I was obligated to keep my mouth shut for twelve hours. Having Monroe there would help with that. When I was the most irritated, she could soothe my rage. And that night, my cock would be balls deep in her pussy, so I had something to look forward to.

“Are you doing okay?” she asked.

“Yes. I’m fine.”

“When your jaw gets tight like that, it either means you’re turned on or angry.”

“Well, you’re in the car, so I would say I’m turned on.”

She glanced at my lap. “If you were, your hard-on would be unmistakable. So you’re just pissed.”

“I’m not looking forward to this. I’ll leave it at that.”

“Because of her? Or because of him?”

Because of everything. I hated my brother for what he did to me, but I didn’t think he deserved this betrayal. Simone was evil, and it shocked me that she’d made it this far in her life. She managed to keep tricking and manipulating people. When would her lies catch up to her? “Both.”

We arrived at the beach, and I introduced Monroe to my mother. “Monroe, this is Elizabeth Remington.”

“Such a pleasure to meet you.” Monroe beamed as she shook my mother’s hand. “Slate always speaks highly of you.”

Mother laughed. “Except when he doesn’t. But I’m grateful he has anything nice to say at all.” She smiled at Monroe then kissed me on the cheek. “You look very handsome, honey. But I think you look more handsome because you finally have a beautiful woman on your arm.” She turned back to Monroe. “And you’re definitely beautiful, dear.” She grabbed her arm and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

“Thank you,” Monroe said, visibly touched by the compliment.

“So, how’s Coen?” I asked, feeling obligated to voice the question.

“He’s fine. Perfectly calm.”

“That’s too bad.” He really had no idea what was about to hit him.

Mother patted me on the shoulder. “Being a mother taught me that you can’t control your kids. You guide them as much as you can, but in the end, they make their own decisions—even when they are young. They’re going to make terrible mistakes that will break your heart, but you have to let them make them—and let them learn.”

Couldn’t he make a better mistake? Like buying a sports car when he needed an SUV?



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