“Charlie,” she says my name, and my cock thrills at the sound of it in her husky little voice.
“Whatever you want to happen here can't happen,” she says softly but firmly as she straightens in her seat and crosses her hands primly in her lap.
“Not only are you my boss, but you're my stepbrother,” she reminds me before she goes on diplomatically, “I appreciate the job, and I appreciate you giving me a ride home, but in the future, I think it would be best for us to stay away from each other as much as possible.
“There's no reason we even have to see each other,” she proposes. “I can sit at my desk and you sit at yours and if you need anything, you just call me on the phone or email me.”
She gives me a tiny smile as if she's solved everything.
“Huh,” I say with my tongue in my cheek.
She peers over at me as if she expects me to thank her for her magnanimous solution.
“There’s only one problem with that proposal, kitten.”
Her smile turns down at my use of her nickname.
“That won't stop me from wanting to bend you over my desk and shove my cock so deep inside you that you won't even be able to remember your own name.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath and see the way she squeezes her thighs together and clasps her hands tightly in her lap. My cock jerks in my slacks, tenting up, trying its best to bust free.
“You…you can't say things to me like that,” she sputters.
I smirk over at her. “It looks like I just did, kitten.”
“I’m not your kitten,” she growls.
“Ah,” I can't tell poking at her, “here come the claws.”
She lets out a sound that’s probably supposed to be threatening, but it comes out as a sexy little growl that registers straight in my balls instead. I know she wants to claw my eyeballs out right now, and that makes me laugh. I love riling her up.
“You’re impossible,” she hisses as we pull up to her apartment.
I take in the building with derision. It's actually a pretty decent apartment complex, but it's not good enough for the beauty by my side. She should be in a penthouse suite like the one I have. She should be inmypenthouse suite withme.
I have her so flustered she fumbles with the doorknob, but she’s not going anywhere. Not yet.
I click the button to lock the doors, and she turns seething eyes on me. “Unlock the damn door.”
I stretch my arm out on the seat and glance over at her casually. “What do I get in return?”
She smiles at me sweetly. “You’ll get to keep your sight. I won’t claw your eyes out.”
I throw back my head and laugh heartily. I knew that’s what she was thinking.
“Well, I want something else,” I tell her when I get my laughter under control. “Something to tide me over until I see you tomorrow.”
She purses her lips before she hisses at me, “You're sick. If you think I'm going to jerk you off or something, you’re crazy.”
My cock jerks at the image she’s just provided even as my eyebrow raises in surprise. “As wonderful as that sounds, I'm not deluded enough to be quite that ambitious yet. I was thinking something more along the lines of this.” I trail my thumb over her bottom lip, making sure she gets the message.
“Let me out of the car, Charlie.”
“Not until you give me what I want.” My eyes flick down to her lips, and I lick my own in anticipation.
She huffs out a breath before she glances at me in irritation and says, “Fine. One kiss and then you leave me alone.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “So we're negotiating now? I have to say you're not really in any position to negotiate, kitten.”