Page 68 of Boss's Baby: A Fake Fiance Romance

I glanced up only long enough to see that we were about five minutes away from the bed and breakfast.

“Think I can make you come before we get there?”

Her head was tilted back—conversation was the last thing on her mind. “You better.”

Challenge accepted. I reached down her dress and squeezed her nipple, rubbing her breast as I fingered her. Cass’s moans grew more intense, her back arching and her thighs pressing my hand so hard it almost hurt. But I kept at it, the wet sounds of my fingers going in and out of her rising above her noises of passion.

“Ah…ah, fuck. I’m…I’m almost…”

She didn’t have a chance to finish. Cass arched her back one last time as a final moan burst out. Wetness flowed from her cunt as she came, her hips grinding into my hand, pushing my fingers into her as deeply as they could go. I kept at it, one hand on her shoulder and the other eagerly bringing her through the orgasm.

Cass finished right as we pulled up to the bed and breakfast. Her heavy breathing slowed. I pulled my now-glistening fingers out of her and unrolled her dress down her legs. Once we were ready to go I knocked on the partition and slipped a twenty-dollar tip through the crack. Least the guy deserved for dealing with that.

We threw on our coats and hurried through the cold, snowy air. The flurries were coming down even harder, and I wondered if the comment about getting snowed in might actually come true. Worse ways this thing could go, I thought with a smile—spend the holidays nice and cozy with Cass and come out when we were good and ready.

Then again, there was the idea of what was going to happen the next day. But right now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that.

Together we entered the bed and breakfast, a charming colonial-style two-story house. I was so turned on, so ready to have Cass underneath me that I was pretty sure half the words I said to the clerk weren’t even words. But whatever’d come out of my mouth, it was enough for a key and a room for the two of us.

And the room was charming as hell. A quaint spot with a four-post bed, a fireplace, and a big rug that covered the hardwood floor. I loved it. Cass stepped into the space, making her way over to the window, the snow coming down outside around the outline of her body. I took in the sight of her, letting her beauty wash over me. The woman was like no one else I’d ever known.

What the hell was going on with me? Sure, I was realizing I liked her a hell of a lot more than I’d been willing to admit, but the way I felt at that moment was something else. Of all the women I’d known or dated or whatever you wanted to call it, none of them had the effect on me that Cass did as she stood in front of that window, the snow falling outside.

Needed a distraction. “Fire?”

She turned and smiled. “You and I always seem to end up in front of these.”

“Much worse places to be, in my opinion.”

“You’re right about that.”

My cock was so hard it almost hurt to walk. But seconds later I was in front of the fireplace, setting some kindling under the already-set logs and putting a match to it all. The kindling smoldered and smoked, and twenty or so seconds later, a fire crackled to life.

I stood to say something to Cass, but she was gone. However, a quick turn revealed that she’d already gone over to the bed. Her dress had been slipped off and draped over one of the chairs, and she lay there with nothing on but her bra and panties, her arms stretched out behind her head and her lovely legs crossed.

“Come here.” She beckoned me with her finger. And she didn’t need to tell me twice.

Clothes came off my body as I made my way over to the bed. By the time I reached the end of it, I was down to nothing but my boxer-briefs, my cock so hard it hurt. I needed to be inside of her more than I’d ever needed anything in my life. And the look on her face told me she was thinking very similar thoughts.

Seconds later I was on top of her, our kissing making what we’d been up to in the back of the car look like nothing. I ran my hands over her beautiful body, reaching around her back and undoing the clasp of her bra. As I did, she rolled my underwear down my legs, my cock springing out, dripping and thick and hard.

I took care of her panties, and soon the head of my cock was between her lips. I held it there for a moment, looking down into her beautiful blue eyes. There was something on her mind—I could tell. And it was something she didn’t quite know how to say. And I felt unsure. Not about wanting to fuck her, of course. But I knew as soon as I did we’d be crossing a line that we wouldn’t be able to go back over.

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