Page 26 of Boss's Baby: A Fake Fiance Romance

“No way. No freaking way.”

Hunter went on, using all his charm to talk Shannon into his master plan. And as he did, well, I got to thinking. Hunter and I weren’t too different—both men with certain reputations, both with their fair share of controversy following them. Only difference was I needed to get married for real if I was going to take over the company.

But did I? What if—what if I did something similar? Dad only wanted to see that I was ready to settle down, after all. Maybe me and some willing participant could pretend to be engaged, only for long enough to see the hand off through. And then when Dad was satisfied, me and the woman could have some sudden “irreconcilable differences” and call the thing off. Surely Dad wouldn’t go back on his agreement if we had an unfortunate split.

It was a totally crazy plan, but the more I thought about it, the more it sounded like my only reasonable option. I mean, what else was I going to do, fall in love for real in the next foreseen months? Not likely. I’d been free of those kinds of feelings since I’d been a teenager—what were the odds of them changing now? Love wasn’t my thing, and there was no sense pretending that it was.

I needed to clear my head. After hitting pause on the TV, I got up, took another swig of my beer, and stretched out. A shower sounded nice, something to give me a chance to think.

I strolled down the hallway of my penthouse, pulling off my shirt and taking a quick glance at my lean, cut body, my right shoulder covered in colorful tattoos. But though my stomach was still a nice flat plane, I wasn’t happy—I’d been slacking at the gym. I made a quick vow to get back on it tomorrow or risk having a gut fit for Santa duty by the time the holidays rolled around.

Once in the bathroom, I stepped out of my boxer-briefs, my cock surprisingly at half-attention. What the hell was making me turned on? The fake fiancée plan wasn’t that kind of exciting. A quick turn of the handle brought the dual heads of my shower on, and I stepped inside, the water hitting my skin exactly how I needed it.

I got myself good and soapy, the suds flowing down my pecs all the way to the notches of my hips. But once I had my hand down at cock-level, I found that I was still at semi-status. This time, however, a certain mental image popped into mind as my hand grazed my dick.

Cassidy.

It came as a hell of a shock. And more than that, it wasn’t simply her face—it was how she looked when we’d fucked. Those sexy eyes narrowed and locked onto mine, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as I drove into her again and again.

It was more than enough to take me from “semi” to “full, raging hard-on” status. There was no sense in denying it—I needed to get off. Sure, thinking about Cassidy was not what I expected. But that’s where my head was at. Both of them, really.

I got myself good and lathered up and started, my hand moving up and down the length of my prick. It felt really fucking good, pulses of pleasure running up and down my cock with each stroke. I propped myself up against the wall and closed my eyes.

Cassidy was back in my thoughts as soon as my eyes were shut. But the two of us weren’t in the car. No—we were in my bedroom, both of us totally nude and with all the time in the world. Cassidy was spread out before me, her pussy glistening with arousal, sex in her eyes.

“Tell me what you want.”

What a question. God, the things I wanted to do with her. But first, since it was my fantasy, I decided to start with what I wanted her to do to me.

“Put my cock in your mouth.”

The smile on her face suggested she was more than happy with the idea. She climbed off the bed and onto the floor, down onto her knees. Once there she took hold of my cock and stroked it again and again before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around me.

Oh yeah. She glanced up, making lovely eye contact, her mouth full of my cock. Then she went down slowly, enveloping me into her. She repeated this over and over, following her lips with her hand, soft sucking noises filling the air. It was my fantasy, so she was a pro. And it wasn’t long before I knew if pretend-Cassidy kept at it I’d be shooting my load down her throat.

But I wasn’t there yet. I reached down and lifted her to her feet.

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