Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover

Cassie POV Every girl on campus wanted a boyfriend, and every one of them wanted to date Mark Skyland. Besides being handsome, Mark came from a first-class family, so girls flocked to him for his attention. To their dismay, he had chosen me to be his girlfriend. Not that I cared all that much. I had left my small town behind and moved to bustling Chicago because I wanted to earn my law degree, become a badass, and lift my parents out of poverty. Those were my goals—not getting caught up in some cheesy romance with the most popular guy on campus. But I had to admit, Mark Skyland had a way with words. It had been over three months since I fell for his charm, and he’d been my boyfriend ever since. Becks, my best friend, laughed in my face and called me a sucker for doing exactly what I always criticized, but Mark was a hottie, and being with him made me feel seen and loved. But what I found out about him last week had torn me apart from the inside out. Mark and Piper, screwing

Cassie POV "Oh, yes, of course. Our friend has arrived!" Beckie was the first to speak between the two of us, caught off guard by the gentleman standing in front of us. The nightclub bouncer cleared his throat and said, "Welcome, Mr. Carter." He stepped aside to allow the so-called Mr. Carter, the handsome man standing before us, to pass through the door and enter the club. Mr. Carter approached the bouncer, consequently getting closer to us. "I see you were making my friends uncomfortable, is that right?" he asked the bouncer. He was so close to me that I could smell his cologne, an intoxicating scent that made me dizzy. "Oh, no, sir…" The bouncer stammered nervously. It was clear that this Mr. Carter was an important man, enough to make the giant bouncer tremble with fear. "It was just a misunderstanding. You and your friends can go in, please." "That’s what I thought," Mr. Carter said, giving the bouncer a threatening look before softening his gaze as he turned to me and my fri

Cassie POV Josh threw me onto the bed clumsily, making me laugh. He was soon on top of me, kissing and grabbing my body. I wrapped my legs around him, desperate to feel him where I wanted him most—the area between my legs, already soaking wet after he’d gone down on me. “I didn’t know old men could do that so masterfully,” I teased with a smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby,” he said with a sly grin, his eyes devouring me with hunger. I used my strength to switch positions and get on top of him, which made him laugh at my impatience. I knew he wanted to be romantic with me, but I felt like my pussy was going to burst into flames from how turned on I was. So, I straddled his lap, legs on either side of his body, and started grinding deeply against his erection. My skintight dress had ridden up and bunched around my waist, leaving me fully exposed to him. “This little girl might have some naughty surprises…” I teased, grinding harder. “Daddy approves of naughty surpr

Cassie POVI took Joe Wilson to the women’s bathroom at the college. He must have already figured out what I really wanted, so he gladly followed me, our hands intertwined. I was careful, checking to make sure no one else was in the bathroom, and we got lucky—the place was empty.I led him to the last stall and made sure to lock the door properly so no unlucky soul would interrupt us during the act. With a mischievous smile, I pushed Joe onto the toilet seat to sit down.Once he settled in, looking at me suggestively, I straddled his lap, one leg on each side of his body, in a sensual way, and kissed him with desire while grinding against him.Joe’s hands caressed my back as our tongues battled, fueled by desire and lust. He kissed my jaw and neck when we ran out of air, forcing us to break the kiss. I threw my head back and let out a slightly loud moan, feeling his hands slide eagerly down my body, under my skirt.“You caught me off guard, you know?” he commented as we got lost in th

Cassie POV“Seriously, Mark told you all that?” Beck asked from the other side of the line.“For real, girl,” I replied, sighing. I had just spilled everything about my conversation with Mark to my best friend.“What a jerk. And you believed him?” Beck sounded skeptical.“Well, he seemed sincere,” I shrugged.“I know, but, like, he could be trying to manipulate you again,” Beck reminded me, and I sighed.“Yeah, I thought about that too.” It would be easy to assume Mark was up to his old tricks, given that’s what he does. “But I don’t know, you know. He never talked about his parents, not even when we were dating. I remember he always dodged the subject whenever I showed interest in meeting them. So maybe it’s true—maybe he never let me see more of him because he was ashamed or something…?” It was all so uncertain.“I’m not so sure, girl. I don’t trust Mark Skyland, not after what he did to you,” Beck said, playing it safe.“Neither do I. I just felt for him, you know, with that whole