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“And when we’re not here?” he asked.

“If we’re on a date, then I get to choose, but you can do the ordering. If you want. But if we’re at work, or it’s not a date, then I do my own ordering.”

Cassie had told him she wasn’t good at negotiation. She was better than she thought.

“I think I can agree to those terms.”

The smile she sent him was worth the concession he’d made.

He brushed his lips against hers before capturing them in a leisurely kiss. “Ready to finish watching this episode?”

She nodded and turned around to face the screen. Her ass was pressed against his groin, and it took all his self-control not to line her up and slip inside.

But there would be plenty of time for that later. The food would be there soon, and the last thing he wanted was to be interrupted.

CHAPTER 18

Jesse thew his jeans on to answer the door and left them on until after they finished their lunch. Cassie had remained naked.

She had to admit, she kind of liked not wearing clothes. And from the way he kept touching her, she knew he liked it too.

After lunch, they moved to the bedroom. He stripped back down to his birthday suit, and they cuddled on the bed while continuing to watch the first season of Outlander.

When they got to the episode of Jamie and Claire’s wedding night, Cassie was sitting between Jesse’s legs. She wasn’t quite sure how she’d gotten into that position, but she wasn’t complaining. She could feel his heart beating against her back, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

As the couple on the screen moved to the more physical part of the evening, Jesse’s touches became more purposeful. He guided his hands down her side, over her hips and thighs. Dipping his hands between her legs, he skimmed the sensitive flesh before shifting his attention upward until he cupped her breasts.

Cassie sighed, pressing back against him as his fingers continued to wonder. She closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of his hands ghosting over her body. Over and over, he ran his hands up and down, sliding over her hips, skimming her inner thighs, and then traveled back up to her breasts…every time skipping over the good stuff.

The next time he caressed her inner thighs, she tried to spread her legs wider. Her body was humming, needing more.

But he ignored her silent pleas and continued at his leisurely pace. She didn’t know how much more torture she could take. And it was torture. Torture of the most wonderful kind but torture all the same.

Cassie decided she needed to do something to try and encourage him to speed things up, so she snaked her hand behind her back until she found his hard cock. Wrapping her fingers around his length, she began moving her hand up and down.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Touching you.” Why was he asking her so many questions? It was hard enough to concentrate on what she was doing.

“Why?” Again, his fingers came so close to her sex, but instead of going where she most wanted them to, he bypassed it altogether and began heading north again.

Cassie lifted her hips, trying to get his fingers to touch her on their way by, but it didn’t work. She let out a soft whine.

Jesse’s chest rumbled behind her. “Are you getting impatient, baby?”

There was no reason to deny it. “Yes.”

One of his hands came up to pinch her nipple and she squeaked.

It took a moment for her brain to catch up and realize why he’d gone from caressing her with a feather-like touch to sending pain coursing through her nipple. “Sorry, Sir. I forgot.”

“The next time you forget to address me properly, I’ll turn you over my knee and give you a reminder.”

That sobered her a little. She was going to have to do better. “Yes, Sir.”

He went back to what he was doing. She was so wet, her pussy aching for his touch. Her hand was still on his cock, but it was no longer moving. The only thing she could focus on was the need for him to touch her.

Cassie relaxed back into him, letting her hand fall away from his length. She spread her legs open as far as they would go, letting him do whatever it was he wanted and hoping he’d touch her the way she desired.

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