All Chapters of Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Beck POV Andrew and Connor took me to one of Connor’s private homes, one of the many properties the man owned scattered around Chicago—and Andrew probably had just as many. The place was massive; the living room alone could fit my entire apartment. It was sophisticated and well-equipped, and the bedroom was absolutely breathtaking. “You could start living in places like this from now on,” Andrew said from behind me. “All you have to do is accept our proposition.” He was referring to the offer they made to me and Cassie to become their luxury escorts. The man had his hands lightly gripping my waist in a sensual way, pulling me by the hips to press my body against his. I smiled wickedly, enjoying the feel of his firm body behind me. “We’ll make sure you and your friend want for nothing,” Connor chimed in, approaching me and handing me a glass of wine, which I took and sipped. He had taken off his jacket and loosened his tie—these guys were so sexy. I couldn’t have been better

Josh POVAfter Bethany told me my son was at the mansion’s pool, I walked over there, leaving her behind.Mark was swimming calmly in the pool, but when he noticed me approaching, he turned his back, feigning disinterest. He was already a 21-year-old young adult, but he always acted like a ten-year-old boy upset with his dad.“It’s a nice afternoon for a swim,” I said as I approached, keeping my hands in my trouser pockets.“What are you doing here?” He got straight to the point, showing how much he disliked my presence.“Your mom called me,” I replied, and he let out an audible sigh, keeping the lower half of his body in the crystal-clear water.“What a drag. She’s probably after more money. What a drag,” his discontent was palpable.“You know I don’t mind giving her money—or you, for that matter.”“Enough!” He cut me off, acting immaturely. “We don’t need your money, I’ve made that clear.” He climbed out of the pool and walked to a nearby lounge chair, grabbing a towel to dry his fa

Cassie POV Joshua Carter was an exceptional lover. The way he grabbed and kissed me was so captivating that it made me lose myself in him more and more. His possessive way of taking me, fucking me with such devotion and focus, made me feel like the most desired woman in the world. It was clear that he only had eyes for me, and I was reveling in his arms. In that moment, for Joshua Carter, the only person on Earth was Cassandra Millans. He loved having me bouncing deeply in his lap while his demanding hands caressed my entire body and curves. He gripped the flesh of my ass hungrily as I moved shamelessly, feeling his cock working wonders inside me. “You like that, baby?” he asked, sounding as sexy as the erotic scene itself. “I love it… My God…!” I bit my lips, eyes half-closed and head tilted toward the ceiling, completely submerged in the heavenly sensation of Josh Carter fucking me. As I bounced deeply, my breasts swayed in rhythm, and my moans were anything but restraine

Cassie POVI swallowed hard at his declaration after he spoke. Joshua wasn’t being sweet or romantic with his words; he was just being himself, laying bare what was in his heart. It was his truth, the raw way he wanted me.He didn’t want a romance with me, like those soap opera scenes where a man falls in love with a woman and they end up together. What Joshua felt for me wasn’t love—at least, that’s what he could make sense of right now. But one thing he was sure of: he wanted me.He wanted me to be his mistress, to share his bed, and he was even willing to pay me millions to have me. I swallowed hard under his gaze. Did he want me *that* much? I didn’t know what to say…There were so many things I wanted to tell him. I wanted to ask so many questions, to say he was making me angry, that he couldn’t want me *that* much. I wanted to tell him sex wasn’t everything. What was so hard about being a romantic guy who’d fall for me so we could be together forever, like in those soap opera sc

Cassie POVJoshua took me to a pier in Los Angeles, saying he wanted to take me for a ride on his private boat—just a lovely boat trip with him.When we got there, his “boat” was nothing less than a stunning, sophisticated two-story yacht in cyan blue and light brown. My eyes widened in surprise. I’d already seen his private jet and his beachfront mansion, and now, seeing the yacht, I realized Joshua Carter must be *really* rich—richer than I’d imagined.In the truest sense of the word.“Wow, what a surprise!” I exclaimed, staring at the yacht. We were walking along the pier, hand in hand. “What a humble little boat you’ve got here, huh?” I said sarcastically.He laughed, shrugging. “The result of a lot of hard work and such,” he replied, still being ironic. From what I knew about him, he was born into a wealthy family—it’s not like he couldn’t afford everything he has now if he wasn’t working. The truth is, he worked because he loved it.“You’re so humble,” I said sarcastically, giv