Page 47 of Falling for the Boss's Son

“Um. I’ve done it?”

He chuckled. “I meant, were your experiences positive? Did you enjoy giving your partner oral? Did you like it when he went down on you?”

She squirmed in her seat again and lowered her gaze. “Yes, I liked both. Although, it didn’t happen very often.”

Jesse nodded, deciding not to press her on the issue. There’d be plenty of time to explore what she liked and didn’t like when it came to oral sex. He was a big fan of both giving and receiving.

It took them another hour to get through enough of their lists where he felt confident to move forward. By then, it was almost nine o’clock, too late to do anything elaborate. He removed his list from where she had it resting on her lap, tossed it onto the coffee table, and stood.

Cassie’s gaze followed his movement. He held out his hand and waited for her to place hers into it. Given her hesitation to talk about her sexual preferences and her past experiences when it came to sex, he wondered if she’d have second thoughts when he led her to his bedroom.

She didn’t. Cassie laced her fingers with his and followed him down the hall to his room.

The thing that sold him on this condo wasn’t the view or the spacious living area. It was the master suite. There was plenty of space for a king-sized bed and whatever else he wanted to put in it. Most people would fill the area with dressers and maybe even a reading nook. He, on the other hand, wanted the space so he could have options for play.

Guiding Cassie to the far side of the bed, he turned her to face him. “When we’re in this room, you’ll address me as Sir. If I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. If there’s a problem, you are to use your safeword, and I’ll stop what I’m doing and check in with you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She paused. “Sir.”

That made him smile. “Good girl. You’re a fast learner.”

The look on her face told him she was happy she’d gotten the response right.

He cupped her jaw and his thumb grazed her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. He wanted to take things slow with her tonight. They’d have other nights to pull out all the toys and play. This first time, he wanted to get to know her.

Moving his hand lower, he traced the curve of her neck down to her collarbone. Her blouse had a slight dip in the center, although it was extremely modest given her position at his father’s company. She looked very put together. He was going to enjoy unraveling her.

Cassie’s chest moved in a steady rhythm under her blouse as his fingers reached the top button. He slipped his fingers under the fabric, teasing the top swells of her breasts. Her breathing deepened, pushing against his touch.

He popped the top button of her blouse to reveal her lacy bra. For some reason, he thought she’d be a satin bra type of woman, but he wasn’t complaining. The visual was something he’d be replaying in his head.

The lace was sheer, barely covering the flesh underneath, and as he continued to unbutton her blouse, he was able to see her dark pink nipples pushing against the fabric. Bending his head, he captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked.

Her hands went to his hair. “Keep your hands at your side,” he murmured, not releasing her nipple.

She lowered her arms, and he switched to her other breast. When he lifted his head, her bra had wet patches over her very hard nipples and her chest was moving rapidly.

He trailed a finger down the center of her chest to the next button and picked up where he left off. Releasing the last button, he pushed the shirt off her shoulders. It slid to the floor and pooled at her feet.

Without a word, he reached behind her, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall. She wore a matching pair of lace panties, but they were covered by panty hose. “Do you own thigh-high hose?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“From now on, that’s what I want you to wear. These”—he ran his finger from her waist down between her legs—“are too constricting. I want to have easy access to what is mine.” When she didn’t answer, he met her gaze. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir. No pantyhose.”

Jesse kneeled in front of her and removed the offending hose. He understood why women wore them, but they were too much work to get off when he wanted quick access to her pussy. Thigh-highs would give her the look she needed for work but would allow him to spread her open at a moment’s notice, push her panties aside, and be balls deep within a few seconds.

He lifted her feet, one by one, removed the offending material, and tossed them in the trash.

“But…”

Gazing up at her, he raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

“You threw them away.”

“Yes.”

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