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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𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, James felt at peace with her warm body flushed against him.
"Morning, doll," he murmured, brushing the tip of his nose against hers when her jade-green eyes blinked up at him a while later.
"Morning," she rasped.
Early morning light danced across her features, her freckles more visible when she wasn't wearing any makeup.
Though James enjoyed watching her put colors on her eyelids or the way she focused when she applied her mascara, he also liked this version of her.
He liked every version of her anyway, but this one... He felt like he hit the jackpot every time he got the chance to wake up next to her and see the beauty that she was.
Charlie stretched out, gently grunting and yawning beside him, rolling on her back.
Though she hadn't had nightmares in a while, what happened last night didn't left her indifferent. She had been restless, keeping him awake and concerned until he finally heard her quiet, reassuring snore, and just then, he allowed himself to close his eyes and rest.
He watched her staring at the ceiling, her eyes flickering as if she was organizing her thoughts, the memories of last night coming into view.
"What are you thinking?"
"I need to tell my father about us at some point," Charlie leaned on her side again, facing him.
If he had thought he knew what she was going to say, it hadn't been it.
"Let's keep it a secret for now," he said as he gently tucked a strand of wild hair behind her ear.
"Why?"
"As much as I'd love for the other men to see that you're mine, I'm not in a hurry for this one to know."
"Afraid he might fire you?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"He won't," Charlie stated. "I like you. You like me -"
"A lot. I like you a lot, doll."
"We're doing nothing wrong," Charlie said, pushing herself off the mattress and putting one leg at either side of his hips, climbing over him.
He watched her straddling his lap, stunned, as she began slowly rolling her hips against him, his dick responsive in an instant.
His gaze landed on her breasts the moment she took off the t-shirt he gave her last night, the urge to lick and suck her nipples beginning to be out of control.
Just as he was about straighten to put one of them in his mouth, her hands came to her tits, squeezing them and and playing with these perfect pink hard, aching buds.
