Page 40 of Boss's Baby: A Fake Fiance Romance

“Not acting, I hope.”

“N–no. Not when it feels like that.”

Another smile and he started, opening me up and moving a finger slowly inside of me. The pleasure was instant, and I had to restrain myself to keep from closing my legs. Josh fingered me, hitting that perfect spot over and over again as he kissed my lips, teasing my clit. When I couldn’t take any more, I placed my hand on the back of his head and guided him exactly where I wanted him to be.

He got the hint. Josh started with quick little flicks of the tip of his tongue against my cunt. I moaned, closing my eyes and allowing myself to be washed away in the sensation. He continued to finger me, his tongue strokes eventually moving from quick flicks to long, slow drags. Josh knew exactly how to work my cunt, putting pressure exactly where I wanted it and not letting up. I’d been so turned on by our “acting lesson” that he only needed to keep at it for a little while before an orgasm ripped through me, one that threatened to bleed through the walls into the other presidential suites.

When the orgasm faded I was ready for another, and the grin on Josh’s face let me know he was eager to give it to me and have one of his own. His lips glistened with my arousal, and soon he was on top of me, again, his cock grazing my lips.

“You want it?” His voice was a low, sensual purr.

“You know I do.”

“No acting?”

“No acting.”

I smiled as I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock, guiding it into me. When he entered my pussy it was like nothing else, each inch total, insane ecstasy. I winced as he put all of himself into me, and when he was fully buried I wrapped my legs around his hips and made sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

Josh started with slow, deep thrusts. Ones that eased the pleasure out of me, taking it nice and slow and allowing me to savor the sensation of him moving in and out of me. I gripped his back, softly digging my nails into him, his muscles tensing and flexing underneath my touch.

He leaned down and growled into my ear. “How’s that feel?”

“Fuck…fucking good. You’re really good at this.”

No lying, no acting. He responded with a grin and picked up the pace, my breasts bouncing with the rhythm of what soon evolved into a ferocious pounding. Shrieks came from my lips until I finally had to force my mouth shut. But Josh kept at it, and soon I was on the cusp of yet another orgasm.

I wanted him. I wanted him to come inside me, to fill me up. Thankfully, however, I came to my senses. What, did I want to have a baby or something? Sure, I was on the pill, but still—that’s just playing with fire.

“Come on me,” I moaned. “I want it so—”

That was all I managed to get out before another orgasm took hold, ripping through me and making any thought, let alone any words, totally impossible. Josh fucked me through my orgasm, making me feel so good it had to be bad.

Right as the orgasm began to fade, Josh pulled out and finished on my breasts, his muscles tensing and releasing with each pulse of his orgasm. I watched him come, loving that I’d been the one to make him feel so good.

When he was done he fell to my side, and I didn’t waste any time curling up next to him once he’d cleaned me off. He wrapped his arm around me, and together we watched the fire, saying nothing.

But, of course, Josh had to ruin the vibe with three little words. He turned to me in the low light, cocky grin and all.

“So. You in?”

Chapter 18

JOSH

It was the next morning and Cassidy and I had slept together, both literally and in the more fun way. But the dawn of a new day brought her cool disposition back, and I was worried what we’d gotten up to last night might’ve put her on the defensive.

“Let me get some bagels and coffee. You chill out here until I get back, OK?”

“Yeah, sure.”

I was worried “chill out” might’ve rubbed her the wrong way, implying that she was acting tense. I mean, she was, but telling someone who’s in a mood like that not to be in a mood like that was the fastest way to keep them in a mood like that. Or even make it worse.

So, I hurried out of the suite and down to the lobby. As I said my “good mornings” to the staff, I realized that there was a non-small chance of one or more of them realizing that Josh Taylor had gone up to his room with a woman who hadn’t come back down. Maybe they were talking, maybe the plan was already in the works.

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