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Chapter 15

Jude

In spite of Charlie’s good mood during our visit with my sister, she’s still quite pissed off at me when we return to my flat a few hours later. Truthfully, I’m not surprised. I’ve quickly figured out that Charlie doesn’t let things go – especially not things that are important to her.

I fully expect her to follow me directly to my office to hash things out, but she retreats down the hall in the direction of the guest bedroom instead.

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I take the reprieve to focus on a few items on my to-do’s list before she inevitably seeks me out to let me know exactly how she’s feeling.

I’m knee deep in reports from one of the small businesses I invest in when my office door opens without any warning. Charlie steps inside and closes the door, catching me completely off-guard.

Absolutely nothing could prepare me for the sight of her in nothing by a lacy bra and panty set that just so happens to leave very little to the imagination.

“Charlie, what…”

My brain is already short circuiting due to lack of blood supply. My dick on the other hand, is rock solid and leaking pre-cum in my pants. Holy. Shit. This woman is fucking gorgeous.

“Oh you know, I just figured since we need to produce an heir in order for you to take the throne, we should get started right away. I’m sure you know these things don’t always happen on the first try and with our wedding six weeks away, we have no time to waste.”

She doesn’t mean that. There’s no way. This must be a trick.

“Charlie, we don’t…”

“But you said, we would indeed be intimate,” she says as she saunters toward me. “Might as well get it over with.”

Heaven and hell are raging a war inside my head. The devil inside me is begging for me to take her, right here, right now. But the little angel on my left is telling me now isn’t the right time. Not like this. Not while she’s angry with me for withholding some big details about our future together. Not before we’ve had a chance to talk it out.

Charlie pushes my office chair back and stands right between my legs.

“I…”

She freezes in place. “Go ahead, Jude. Deny me. Turn me down and prove to me that you’re not really interested. Prove that everything you’ve said has been nothing more than lip service. You don’t want to have sex with me. And you damn sure don’t wish to have children with me.”

Jesus Christ. Is that what she really thinks I’m doing?

“That’s not it at all, Charlie.”

“Then fuck me, Jude. Right here. Bend me over your desk and fuck me. Claim me. Own me. Use me for what you need.”

The woman standing in front of me is not that Charlie that I know. I could never even begin to picture a scenario where she would be this brazen and harsh. Even knowing that, my fingers ache to reach out and touch her. To trace along every inch of her skin. And my mouth waters, eager to taste her.

“Oh, believe me, Charlie. I want to own you, in every sense of the word. But I will never use you. When I fuck you, it will be for the both of us. Am I clear?”

“Then what’s stopping you. If everything you have said to me is true, then why are you so afraid to touch me?”

“Is that really what you want? Are you ready for me to put a baby inside you?”

“The real question is, are you prepared to impregnate me. I’m not the one who forgot to mention that we’d need to conceive in order for you to take the throne.”

Lifting her into my lap, I force her to straddle my hips and press my erection against her.

“I could take you, just like this. All I’d have to do is pull down my zipper to free my cock and move your panties to the side. I could slip right inside your pussy and fuck you while you ride my cock.”

Her eyes gloss over with lust and her head falls forward.

“Do it,” she pants. “I dare you.”

I shouldn’t. I should let her go and wrap her in the thrown blanket that’s folded neatly on the back of the sofa in front of the bookcase. I should force her to talk to me. To listen to what I have to say.

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