Page 125 of Falling for the Boss's Son

By putting herself in danger, she’d disregarded that connection. She’d disregarded him.

Cassie spent the rest of the morning at his feet, resting her head in his lap. He hadn’t required it, but she’d needed to feel close to him and his only reaction was to run a hand over her head in much the same way one would pet a cat.

Jesse made them lunch, then moved to the couch. He brought the coffee table back to the living room and had her lying on it while he worked on his laptop. Later in the day, he had a conversation with Craig and his dad. She’d only heard one side of the conversation, but she didn’t get the impression any of them were happy.

It was almost four when he finished his last call. She stayed where she was, unsure what came next. The workday wasn’t technically over, but he’d made no move to call anyone else or reach for his laptop.

“Come here.”

She rose from her perch on the coffee table and went to him. He had her lying down on the couch, her head in his lap. She snuggled against him, needing to feel his touch.

His fingers trailed down her arm, tickling her skin before traveling back up again. Over and over, he did this until goose bumps started to form.

“Crystal agreed to a DNA test.”

“How do you feel about that?” She’d been quiet for most of the day, not speaking unless he asked her a direct question.

“I don’t know. Glad, I guess. I want answers and this is how we get them.”

She nodded.

His hand strayed from her arm to her breast, absentmindedly massaging her. “How are you doing?”

Cassie tried to ignore the way her body came to life. She’d been wet all day, and he hadn’t allowed her any release. “Fine.”

He chuckled. “Even I know that when a woman says she’s fine, she’s anything but.”

That made her laugh, but it was short-lived. He tugged at the nipple jewelry she was wearing, and a surge of energy went directly to her clit. “Please don’t tease me, Sir. I’m not sure I can take any more.”

Instead of stopping, he did it again, this time on the other nipple. “Are you wet for me, Cass?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Does your pussy want to be fucked?”

She pressed her legs together, looking for some kind of relief even though she knew she wouldn’t get it. Not from that anyway. “Yes, Sir.”

He helped her to sit up and straddle him. “I need you to tell me if this is what you want. Not just the sex, but this kind of relationship. With me.”

Cassie had a lot of time to think over the course of the day. Even though it had been humiliating being on display as she had been, the worst of it was when he ignored her. When he used her and seemed to discard her. It had driven the point home. “Yes. I want to be yours.”

He nodded. “Unzip my slacks and take out my cock.”

She did as he instructed. He lifted his hips, allowing her to free his erection.

Out of nowhere, he handed her a condom and she rolled it down his length. She could feel the heat from her pussy radiating against his thighs.

Jesse lifted her up and set her down on his cock. He felt bigger like this but still so very right. She’d never get over how wonderful it felt having him inside her.

“Ride me,” he said, leaning back against the couch, his arms at his sides.

Cassie lifted herself up, then sank back down, reveling in the feel of him stretching her. She braced her hands on his shoulders and her eyes drifted shut.

“Look at me, Cass. I want to see you when you take me into you. I want you to know who you belong to.”

“I know who I belong to.”

“Say it.” His voice was possessive.

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