𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏.
LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER.
Charlie, also known as the jet-setter and billionaire Tony Stark's only daughter, is 26 and in a relationship with Steve, soon-to-be successor...
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𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. Tons of unread emails started to accumulate in her inbox, and Charlie took a few minutes to open a few of them.
She was comfortably sat in the cosy couch near the fireplace with her phone in hands, as she looked at the screen with a frown.
His arm resting on the back of the couch, James absently played with a lock of her hair, twisting it around his finger, but she barely noticed. Charlie was deeply focused on the content of the email she was reading for the third time now.
Her concerned expression alarmed him a little because after a moment, he asked, "What's wrong?" snapping her back to reality.
"It's my Bruce. He said that something's wrong with the prototype. It needs some adjustment."
"Let me see," James leaned on her, pretending to be interested. She finally felt his heat invading her personal space, his warm breath tickling her neck. His scent intoxicated her, and suddenly her mind drifted to thoughts involving a lot of sweat and loud moans. But that was before he snatched her phone from her hands.
"Hey!" Charlie snapped. "What are you doing?"
James rose his arm in the air, putting her phone out of reach. "You're in vacation, Charlie. Remember?"
"Yeah, but it's important -" She straddled him, gripping his arm to try to take her phone back, without success.
"There's no but. He can wait until you're back in NYC," James said as he wiggled her phone in front of her nose to taunt her before he slightly rose, pushing himself harder between her legs, and put the phone in his back pocket. "I'm keeping your phone while you relax, because I'd bet that my sneaky little doll would take advantage as soon as I turn my back. Am I wrong?"
"You definitely do not know how to run a business, do you?" Her eyes narrowed as she folded her arms, trying hard to look serious. Feeling his hard erection against her pussy, even through layers of fabric, did unthinkable things to her...
"You're right, I don't," James admitted, his hands wandering on her hips and then gripping her waist, this time pushing her further against him. "But what I do know is how enjoying my vacation. Maybe you need some advice," he teased with a devilish grin appearing on his face.
"Oh," Charlie mirrored his smirk. "And, hum," she paused, readjusting her position to a better angle that allowed her to meet his thrust, desperate for him to be closer, and wet her lips before speaking again with a honeyed voice. "What kind of advice are you offering?"
His eyes dropped to her full lips, already imagining everything that he could do to her.
"What do you have planned this afternoon, lovebirds?" Tony erupted in the living room. At the sound his boss's voice, James loosened his grip, allowing Charlie to put some distance between them, almost falling from the couch in her rush.
