Page 32 of Haden

My face heats. He was paying attention as I tidied up. I figured.

“I love that you own so many sexy pieces of lingerie, jitterbug. I want to see you wearing them every day. But save them for me alone.” His finger dips between my breasts again. “No one else gets to see this dip between your tits, Emilia,” he orders.

I arch closer, stifling a groan. His words are barbaric, but he makes me so fucking hot when he’s demanding even when his orders are irrational.

He tucks his fingers under the delicate lace straps and slides his knuckles up to my shoulders. “Make sure these are covered, too. No shirts or dresses with spaghetti straps that leave part of your bra showing.”

Fuck. I’m going to come. If I rock and grind my clit against his stomach, I could easily get myself off. It’s so tempting.

I shake off the cobwebs. “Haden… You do realize most of the men who see me are related to me. They aren’t paying close attention to me.”

Haden grabs the back of my hair, fists it, and holds it tight while also managing to tip my head forward. “Jitterbug, there will be men coming and going from this mansion every day. People working all over the property. Most of them will see you first when they check in at the office. I want their eyes on your face, not your tits.”

“Yes, Sir,” I somehow whisper. His bossy side is so fucking intense. Even though he sent me to my room to change out of the T-shirt dress, it never occurred to me that he would be this obsessed with my clothes.

It’s not like I own a bunch of risqué dresses or shirts. I’ve never had much interest in attracting men or trying to lure them with my boobs. I’ve been focused on my studies for the past four years. Every thought I had about sex revolved around the man currently gripping my hair in a tight fist.

I own lacy bras and panties because they make me feel pretty. If he wants to be the only one who gets a glimpse, I’m okay with that. I don’t like people ogling me anyway. I’d probably slap someone if they came to the office and flirted with me.

Apparently, I really am going to assume the job as Haden’s assistant. The thought of working that closely with him makes me tingle.

I think I know how to appease him. “Am I going to start work tomorrow?”

“Yes, baby.”

“How about if you pick out what you want me to wear. Then I won’t have to wonder if I’ve pleased you.” I’m kind of surprised I caved so easily on this, but I like the way he smiles.

“Excellent choice, jitterbug.” His attention shifts to my chest again. When he releases my hair, it falls all around my shoulders.

Haden expertly pops my bra clasp so that the lace falls down my arms, exposing my breasts to him for the first time.

He slowly tucks my hair behind my ears and brushes it over my shoulders. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out before cupping my boobs and thumbing my nipples.

I moan at the simple touch.

“Sit still, baby. Stop rocking your cunt against me. Don’t come without permission.”

I stiffen. He’s so perceptive. “Yes, Sir.”

His thumbs… My nipples are hard peaks, begging for more than he’s giving.

“So stiff,” he murmurs. “The rosy color makes my mouth water.”

I whimper.

He squeezes my breasts gently. “Do they get sore when you’re about to start your period?”

Swallowing hard, I nod. They are rather tender. Thanks for pointing it out.

He pinches my nipples. “What about these tight buds? Do they hurt, too, baby?”

I groan. “Yes, Sir.”

“If I have my way, this will be your last period for a long time. The next time your tits ache, it will be because you’re pregnant.”

My pussy clenches. How the fuck is all this talk of getting me pregnant so arousing?

He continues, “These sexy globes will swell soon. I’ll need to buy you new bras to support them. Padded bras that will contain your hard nipples so no one sees them poking against your shirts.”