Page 11 of Boss's Baby: A Fake Fiance Romance

“Fuck…that feels…”

I kept at it, slipping a pair of fingers into her pussy and moving them in and out, soft sounds mixing with her sighs. She clasped her hands down onto my head, keeping me right where she wanted me.

“Oh…oh my god…I think I’m—”

She interrupted herself with a shriek, her body shaking as she came. I ate her through it, making sure she was able to get every last drop of pleasure out of my work. When she was finished, I rose back up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“That was…that was something else.” Her eyes were still wide, as if she hadn’t expected to come that hard.

I, on the other hand, was more into doing than talking. I slipped out of my boxer-briefs, my cock thick and hard and dripping. Cassidy was still soaking wet, and when I positioned myself over top of her, my cock nearly slipped into her without me trying.

“You ready?”

“So ready.”

“Wait, are you—”

“Pill. We’re good.”

My head passed her lips, each inch of my cock vanishing inside of her. I watched Cassidy’s face as I entered her, her eyes closed, and her mouth forming into a lovely “O.” When I’d put all of myself into her, she placed her hands on my ass, pushing me to stay inside her. I pulled back and drove into her, a sharp “Oh!” coming from Cassidy along with a grunt from me. I leaned in and kissed her as I moved faster and faster, thrusting as hard as my hips would allow.

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her breasts press against my chest, her breathing heavy and full. It didn’t take me long before the pressure of an impending orgasm took hold of my cock, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

As much as I wanted to hold back, to wring as much out of our fucking as I could, Cassidy soon came again with another thundering orgasm, and I couldn’t resist any longer. My cock erupted inside of her, a wave of pure sexual energy pulsing outward from my prick. She squeezed my ass hard, as if she didn’t want me to even thinking about taking it out of her. I had no intention to.

Soon we were both done. I withdrew, my cock glistening with my cum and her juices. We laid by each other for a several minutes as we caught our breath.

Finally, she broke the silence. “That was exactly the kind of homecoming I needed.”

I grinned. “I’ll avoid making the obvious pun.”

She playfully slapped my chest before I pulled her close.

A good five minutes passed with us laying like that.

“As nice as this is,” she said finally, “I think I should probably get home to the fam.”

“Same here. Heading back to the city tomorrow.”

I almost made a joke about us sharing a ride, but it seemed almost too intimate. Weird thing to think, considering what had gone down. So to speak.

Moments later we were back in our clothes, and Cassidy sat in the passenger seat. I drove her across the street to where she was parked.

“It was good seeing you,” I said.

“Good and very unexpected.”

“That too.”

That probably should’ve been the time when one of us said something about seeing each other again. But it didn’t happen. Instead, she shot one strange glance over her shoulder before stepping out of the car and shutting the door behind her. I watched as she got into her ride, and then she pulled out and was gone.

I couldn’t have imagined a weirder night. Weird, but good. And very unexpected.

Chapter 5

CASSIDY

Three weeks later…

I fucking hated that he was still on my mind. And more than that, I couldn’t stop kicking myself for letting what had happened go down.

Josh Taylor? Seriously? The guy had been about the biggest prick imaginable to me, and I went ahead and found out that, well, he’s got about the biggest prick imaginable.

I was in the break room at work, staring off into space when a voice chimed up behind me, snapping me out of it.

“Let me guess. You’re thinking about him.”

I turned, already knowing who it was. Bethany, my fellow executive and good friend—hell, practically my work wife—stepped into the break room, a knowing smile on her face. Bethany was my age, pretty, with sandy-blonde hair and a perfectly oval face, with bright blue eyes that screamed “this woman is brilliant.” We’d started about the same time at MacLand-Glass and moved up the ranks nearly parallel to each other.

“God, is it that obvious?”

“Well, only obvious because you told me about him and you had that same look on your face when you’d finished the story.”

I took my coffee cup from the Keurig machine and leaned against the counter, shaking my head as I did.

“I can’t figure out if I was silly for doing what I did or if I’m silly for still thinking about it.”

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