36

Jenna

I try to get up and get dressed, but Alex won’t let me.

“No, bambi. You have homework to do.” He turns me around and pushes me down in the chair at the desk.

“What homework?”

I’m totally naked, so it feels awkward, at best.

He wraps his tie around my waist, securing me to the chair. It’s symbolic, of course, because all I have to do is pull the end of the bow and I’m free, but there’s something so sexy about being bound by him.

He drops a notepad and pen in front of me. “You can’t get up until you’ve made a list of all the steps that need to happen for you to get your business up and running.”

I stare up at him in surprise.

He smiles down at me. Lord, he looks like a Greek god. His dark thick lashes curl above chocolate brown eyes. The stubble on his square jaw gives him a rough, sexy look. And more than that, warmth and affection shines in his eyes. I’ve never seen his expression so soft and open.

But maybe this is just how people look after great sex. I shouldn’t read too much