“Well, that didn’t take too long,” I heard Kendall’s deep voice almost drowned out by the background noise in the garage.

“Ummm . . . so, I have good news and bad news.”

Kendall sighed heavily, “What’s the bad news.”

“He said no.”

I heard a loud metallic crash. I knew Kendall was furious, he doesn’t really know how to hide his emotions. Especially not anger.

“Penelope. I have only a limited amount of vacation time a year —,” he was using his angry calm voice.

“Wait, do you want to hear the good news,” I interrupted him before he said something he was going to regret.

I heard him inhale deeply and sigh, “Good news? Okay. Give me the good news.”

“We’re going to Florida.”

Kendall said nothing.

“Did you hear me?”

“Florida?”

“Miami, Florida.”

“W-wait!” there was a blissful pause. “What? How did your dad say no to Myrtle Beach, but yes to Miami? Why Miami? How are we going to Miami — WHAT?” Kendall was happily confused.

I let out a giggle; it was nice to see Kendall shocked since nothing seems to ever surprise him.

“Okay. So, my dad said no to Myrtle Beach, but he said yes to Miami . . . because of Cedric.”

“Why?” I heard Kendall’s voice turn cold as he heard Cedric’s name.

“Cedric lives in Miami. He needs to go back to work for a few days and thought maybe we can tag along. We also don't have to pay for the tickets and we can stay at his place. It’s a win-win.”

Kendall was silent . . . thinking, no doubt. I started to play with the tassels on my pillow as I waited for his response.

“Kendall?”

“I’m thinking!”

“About?”

“The pros and cons.”

“And?”

“Pros: It’s warmer. A lot warmer than Myrtle Beach, which means more babes. And it's free.”

“Okay. So, warmer, more ladies and it's free. What about the cons?”

“Cedric,” he growled.

“Okay, well that’s dumb. The pros obviously over weigh that one con.”

Kendall grunted, “I don’t know. If he goes into ‘dad mode,’ then he might fuck up my whole vacation.”

“He won't. I’ll talk to him,” I needed Kendall to come with us because I had a feeling that if it was just Cedric and I, my dad wouldn't even let me leave Baltimore.

“I’ll think about it,” he moaned.

“Okay, well text me when you decide. Just remember, Spring Break. Miami. College girls.”

Kendall chuckled, “Okay, bye,” he hung up on me.

A few seconds later, I got a text.

I laughed. Well, that didn’t take long. I knew my little speech about college girls and Spring Break would get to him. There was nothing Kendall loves more than a beach full of college girls who just wanted a good fuck for Spring Break.

A powerful knock collided with my door. Cedric.

“Come in,” I said, and my door opened.

Cedric looked at me and shook his head.

“What?”

“Why didn't you tell me about this vacation?” he scolded me.

I narrowed my eyes, “Because it didn't come up, and we don’t really talk when we’re alone.” I smirked.

I have to keep my distance from him, emotionally. I have to remember this was a fling and nothing more. Cedric got closer to the edge of my bed, I got up and sat on my feet. He looked down at me with his demanding eyes.

“Lucky for you, you are my weakness,” he bit his lip and caressed the top of my chest. My body melted under his touch. Cedric kissed me and I wrapped my arms around his thick neck as he lifted me off the bed. I wrapped my legs around his hips while he gripped my ass.

I love how small me made me feel. His body lifting me up like I was nothing.

I pushed away from his perfect lips realizing that my dad was still home, “Where’s my dad?” I looked at the door with fear. I don’t need my dad to catch me with Cedric right now, not while this vacation was still on.

“He went upstairs to his office to check on his emails.”

Cedric kissed my neck while he dropped me on the bed. He pinned my wrist down on the bed. I instantly got aroused as his large hands kept me in place. He moved my hands to the top of my head and held both of my wrists with one hand. I kissed him and moaned softly against his lips. Cedric’s hand wandered to my breast, squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure to get my pussy soaking wet.

The sound of footsteps began to move across the floor above us. My dad was coming downstairs. Cedric slowly ripped himself off of me as he moaned. I could tell he didn’t want to leave, but he had to. He walked toward the door and slapped the doorframe, releasing a throaty roar. He turned around and looked at me with a steamy smile.

“What?” I giggled.

“So, gymnastics?” he arched his eyebrow.

I leaned up to my side and grabbed my ankle to lift my leg over my head. I decided to give him a little show-not-tell, so he could get a clear picture.

“Fuck,” his eyes widened as he shook his head with delight. “Holy fuck,” he mouthed. “We — are,” he took a deep breath and rubbed his neck and let out a raspy growl.

I’ve never seen Cedric so speechless and flustered. It was sexy as fuck. I lowered my leg and watched his eyes follow it. He bit his lip and grabbed his chest. He was trying to contain himself.

“We are going to have so much fun,” he whispered quietly so my dad couldn't hear him. Cedric turned around slowly and walked away. I could tell that I was still on his mind.