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...
𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 while she was working behind her huge desk had became an habit.
And today was no exception.
Charlie had a direct view of him and as usual, he looked perfect in his navy blue suit.
She tried to focus on reviewing the hard work that Peter had done but a hot, sexy bodyguard distracted her from her job these days, among other events she preferred not to remember too well.
They didn't speak about what happened at Loki's after that night, as if an unspoken rule had been established between them.
Charlie had tied her dark brown hair in a bun earlier, but a couple of hours had passed and a few strands had ran free, now framing her face, and now she felt an imposing presence behind her.
Looking up, the armchair was empty. She hadn't seen James stand up from his seat but she didn't need to glance behind her shoulder to know that he was there. His large hands went to her shoulders and started massaging the knot there, rubbing her trapezius with his thumbs.
With her eyes closed, a moan escaped as Charlie instantly relaxed, immediately forgetting what she was doing.
"You're really good at this," she murmured.
"I'm good at a lot of things," James cooly replied as he squeezed his fingers to apply more pressure on her shoulders, earning another shy moan from her that didn't miss to go straight to his already swelling cock. "But you already know that, don't you?"
He fought the need of his hands to leave her shoulders and to start wandering to her collarbones, to wrap them around her pretty neck and tip her chin up, forcing her to meet his heated gaze.
"Tell me, doll. Am I the one you have feelings for?" he said in a smoky voice, thinking to catch her off guard with the discussion she had with Steve the other night.
Lurking in the shadows, watching her, the movement of her lips mouthing these words had lived rent free in his head for the past few days now, and he couldn't hold it anymore.
