His Assistant

Chapter Fourteen - Having too much fun

Lucas’s P.O.V

When I awoke in the bed next to her, we were closer than what we were when I fell asleep. My front was against her back; my arm draped over her. I could feel my morning hard-on firmly in my boxers. Her lying next to me was not helping. My tee she had on had crawled up, exposing her stomach and hip to me, those damn curves drive me f*****g wild. Even the thought of it made my hard-on throb in my boxers. What was I thinking of falling asleep with her? Bad idea because now with our bodies this close, her laying here next to me like this made me wanna f**k her even more. I was not used to waiting to f**k someone. I usually get to do it straight away. Yet here this sexy little tease is lying next to me, and I can’t do anything about it. I think I need some time alone in a cold shower, a freezing shower, actually I don’t like that idea. Instead, I think I will go for a warm shower and get myself off, thinking of her as I do. These little make-out sessions we keep getting into is not helping matters for me. She is teasing me, making me horny, and I don’t think she realises how much. I don’t think she realises those things are getting to me.

“Please get that away from my ass.” I hear her giggle.

“Get what away from your ass?” I chuckled pressing harder against her ass.

I hear a soft moan falling from her lips, her body automatically responding to it the way most women do, the difference is with her I can’t just push those shorts down, suit up and press myself right deep inside of her, no matter how much I wanted to…how much my c**k wanted too.

“Lucas behave yourself.” She laughed, turning around to face me.

Damn, she looked good in the morning. Come on! This is not fair; each day I spent with her; I see something else that makes me want her even more than before.

“What is the fun in that?” I smirked, placing my hand on her hip, pulling her body into mine.

“Do you ever behave? Serious question?” She asked.

“Hmm, sometimes, not very often.” I shrugged.

Oliva shook her head and laughing at me. I decided I would go in for a kiss, see if she would let me or pull away from me. I inched in, leaving space to see if she would close it.

“Not happening, not until I at least brush my teeth.” She laughed.

“I don’t care about that,” I said.

Olivia giggled, pulling away from me and getting out of the bed.

“We need to make a move. I need to go home, get showered and changed before work.” She said.

I groaned annoyed, but she did have a point. I decided to call my driver, not want to risk driving since I was drinking last night.

“I will call the driver, get him to come by in like twenty minutes that gives me time to get showered and dressed before we go to yours. Help yourself to some breakfast, or we can grab some on the way.” I said. 

I would rather stay in bed and see where it goes but I can’t, can’t have her getting into trouble from my father, for right now I will need to behave myself.

“We can grab something on the way; coffee will do for now. You want one?” She asked.

“No, I will get one with breakfast,” I said, finally climbing out of bed.

I called my driver, telling him where to get us and where we were going, he would be here when I asked. I headed through to the shower, stepping inside and sorting my morning friend out as I did before getting myself ready.

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Olivia and I arrived at work together, again, people will start talking, well if they are not already. I had fun on the car ride here, teasing the hell of her. The two of us were in the lift alone, and I decided to use it.

“I will take that kiss now,” I smirked at her.

“What? No, not here what if the lift stops and people get on?” She said panicked, but there was an intriguing look in her too.

I stepped into her, Olivia backing away but she ended up, putting herself between a rock and a hard place as they say.

“At least we will give them all something to talk about. Come on you owe me a kiss, you never gave me one this morning, still waiting for it sweetness.” I said.

I could see her giving in to me. I pressed myself together, pressing my hands against the lift wall behind her, brushing my lips against hers, Olivia whimpering loudly. I took that as my cue to make my move. I pressed my lips roughly against hers, Olivia placing her hand on my chest and kissed me back the same way. I feel her tongue against my lower lip, and I opened them, she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could feel myself becoming excited again, which encouraged me. We had a few floors to go, and we used that time to get into another heated make-out session, quickly pulling away when we arrived at our level. Olivia was breathless; I was pretty much the same.

“Mmm baby I love our little make-out sessions, maybe we can have another one later,” I said, sorting myself and adjusting my trousers.

“Are you trying to get me fired?” She laughed, fixing her pencil skirt and blouse.

“That will not be happening, then what would I do to pass my time?” I laughed.

The lift opened, the two of us stepping out and acting like we were not just making out only moments ago. I could see her flushed cheeks. I was not sure if it was her blushing or from the pleasure, she got from our sessions?

“Lucas, Olivia, can you come in here please?” I heard my dad’s voice say.

Olivia went straight into panic mode, thinking the worst. She had nothing to worry about, I can tell what mood my dad is in by his voice, and he never sounded annoyed or angry.

“Relax, it is nothing bad,” I said, smiling at her.

She never looked like she believed me. I could sense her nerves as we entered my dad’s office. He was sitting behind his desk, looking over some paperwork.

“Everything OK Sir?” Olivia asked.

“Yes fine, just wanted to see how the two of you are getting along? Making sure my son is not making your life hell.” He said, looking up at us.

“Olivia and I are getting along just fine.” I smiled at him.

“Olivia?” My dad said, looking at her.

“Yes, we are getting on fine. And he is treating me fine.” She smiled.

Oh, that I am and if she lets me, I will treat her even finer. I smirked to myself even the thought of it, quickly stopping before my father saw and he would know I was up to something. My father had a quick chat with us both; once we convince him everything was OK, he sent us away to get on with our work.

“As I said, nothing to worry about,” I said as we headed to our office.

“I know, but I can’t help it.” She laughed, “And that is why at work, you behave.” She added.

“Not gonna make any promises.” I winked heading to my desk.

I thought I had made it clear I don’t know how to behave? I am not planning on stopping what we are doing, having too much fun.