Page 56 of Falling for the Boss's Son

“Jesse!”

He tried to stifle his laugh this time. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. On the kinky front, I mean. As for the other? I can’t change who my father is.”

“I know.” He could almost see her sitting there, her head bowed, her mouth in the cutest pout.

Jesse wished he were there with her. Phones were great for business transactions and quick check-ins. They were not stellar for comforting someone’s fears. “If he finds out about the kinky stuff, then we’ll deal with it. Until then, there’s no reason to spend your energy worrying about it.”

She sighed.

When she didn’t continue, he decided to redirect the conversation back to her mother. “What does this have to do with forgetting to call your mom?”

“Bradley texted me saying my youngest brother, James, is in town and she wanted us all to come over for dinner tomorrow night. But we’re having dinner with your parents, so I can’t go. Which is why I needed to call my mom. To let her know I can’t be there.”

“I can call my parents and reschedule.”

“No. Your mom is expecting us. James will be back in town in the next month or two and I can always video chat with him. I don’t want your mom to think I’m flighty.”

“You’re my dad’s personal assistant. My mom isn’t going to think you’re flighty.” The suggestion was comical. While his dad wasn’t a demanding boss, he did expect his assistant to be competent. There was no way Blake Masters would put up with an assistant who blew off her commitments.

“I want to make a good first impression.”

“You’ve met my mom before, Cass.” He was pretty sure she’d met her multiple times. Florence Masters was known to drop in unannounced whenever she felt like it.

“Not as your girlfriend.”

“Baby, you have no need to be nervous. My mom likes you. You being my girl isn’t going to change that.” He needed to change the subject and get her mind off both their families. “Are you in your bed?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you lying down?”

He heard movement.

“Now, I am.”

Smiling, he closed his eyes and let his mind picture her lying in her bed. “Are you wearing pajamas?”

“Yes.” The word came out in a soft breath.

“Close your eyes. I want you to cup your breast with your free hand. Is your nipple hard?”

“No.”

“Well, we’re going to make it hard.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking from base to tip. It was early and they weren’t in any rush. “Take your thumb and forefinger and tug on your nipple.”

“Okay.”

“Now, I want you to keep pulling, but I want you to twist it too. Pretend it’s my fingers playing with your tits. Don’t be gentle. I want those babies nice and hard and sensitive.”

He felt her moan in his cock.

“That’s it. You know you like a little pain. Can you feel it in your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Are you wet, baby?”

“Yes.”

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