“You cannot be serious,” she hissed. I wrapped my fingers around one ankle before looking at her face and scrutinizing every detail to make sure she wasn’t afraid. I had to bite back a smile when I spotted her racing pulse in her neck, the slight darkening of her emerald orbs, and the slight choppy breaths that were making her tits jiggle enticingly. I had a feeling this would turn her on, and it was hot as fuck. My cock was going to have permanent teeth marks from being pressed against my zipper.
“Does it look like I’m joking, Charlotte?” I went back to my task, and removed her shoes, secured one ankle, then the other before propping her head up on a comfortable pillow.
“You can’t force me to be with you.” Her tone was incredulous, not frightened or disgusted, which meant she knew I wouldn't hurt her.
“No, I can’t.” I shook my head as I took off my jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide off my shoulders onto the floor.
Charlotte’s eyes roamed my chest hungrily, and I had to fight the instinct to preen under her approving stare.
“But it’s time we had an actual discussion instead of a cryptic repartee. And the only way I can be sure you won’t avoid talking to me yet again is if you’re tied to the bed so you can’t fucking run anymore.”
She mashed her lips together in a straight line and scowled at me. I was right, and she knew it.
“Excellent.” I strolled around to the end of the bed and braced my feet apart with my arms folded over my chest. This way, I had a very nice view of her gorgeous body spread out for me like a personal buffet. And I could watch her face carefully, reading between the lines, so to speak, to make sure she didn’t lie to me.
“What would you like to talk about?” Charlotte asked sweetly.
I chuckled because her eyes were shooting daggers while sugar dripped from her mouth. “Let’s start with an easy one,” I proposed.
She sighed but didn’t argue.
“Are you attracted to me, Charlotte?”
I inspected her face as she mulled over my question. At one point, I was almost sure she was going to lie, but our eyes met briefly, and she changed her mind. “Yes,” she eventually muttered.
“Good girl.” I nodded and smiled with praise. “Does it make you wet when I touch you?”
She sighed again and nodded.
“Do you get hot when you think about me touching you all over your gorgeous body?”
Her lips trembled, and she swallowed hard. “Yes,” she rasped.
“It seems you’re ready to be honest with me.” I raised a brow in question.
“Fine.” Her jaw was clenched so tight, I could almost hear her teeth grinding together.
I uncrossed my arms and reached for one of her feet, slowly pulling off her sock. “We’ve covered the inappropriate in-office romance and dating your boss bullshit,” I stated.
“Um, what are you doing?” Charlotte's voice had a shrill ring to it as I yanked off her other sock.
“Helping you think, baby,” I deadpanned. My hands traveled up her shins and thighs, tunneling under the fabric of her shorts until my fingertips touched the top edge of what felt like lace panties. Charlotte gasped, and her breaths were almost panting.
“I put your fears to rest over keeping the job you’ve earned and proven yourself worthy of daily.” I glided my hands out of her shorts, smirking when disappointment flickered on her face.
Keeping our eyes locked, I climbed onto the bed and moved to straddle her waist. I lifted the hem of her shirt and licked my lips at the sight of her flat stomach. “You have no idea how much I want to see this sweet belly swollen and round, growing our babies.” I flashed her a grin before my eyes dropped again. “Can’t say I’m not looking forward to the process of breeding you, baby. My cock is weeping with the need to be inside this tight, virgin pussy.”
Charlotte shivered, and her heavy pants caused her big tits to bounce, and fuck, I couldn’t wait another second to see them. Since her arms were tied up, I didn’t have any other choice but to grab the collar of her shirt and rip it down the center.
She bit her lip hard, and her irises darkened to nearly black. “Did that get you all hot and bothered, baby?” I teased.
Charlotte glared at me, but the heat wasn’t from anger. Her body was on fire from my touch, just as I was burning for hers.
Her breasts were barely covered by a lace bra, the top so low that I could almost see her nipples. They were already straining to be set free, and with each uneven breath, I was sure they were going to spill out.