Chapter 239: Good Girl at Work

The private elevator doors opened directly into the executive floor of Ashbourne Global, a sleek, intimidating space of glass walls, dark wood, and power.

Marita’s eyes widened as she stepped out beside Lucius. She was still holding his hand, her dress swishing around her legs.

“Wow…” she breathed. “Dis place look like palace.”

Lucius glanced down at her, the corner of his mouth twitching. “It’s just an office.”

“To you maybe,” Marita muttered, still looking around in awe.

A few employees passing by stared openly. Not just because she was new but because Lucius was holding her hand. Publicly.

He never did that.

They walked down the wide hallway toward his large corner office. As they entered the outer area, a beautiful, sharply dressed woman in her late twenties looked up from her desk. This was Cassandra, Lucius’s long-time secretary.

Her perfectly painted smile faltered the second she saw Marita.

“Mr. Lucius,” she said smoothly, standing up. Her eyes flicked over Marita from head to toe in one quick, dismissive sweep. “I wasn’t aware you were bringing… a guest today.”

Lucius didn’t let go of Marita’s hand.

“She’s not a guest,” he said calmly. “Marita will be working with me from now on. She’ll be handling some of my personal and confidential matters.”

Cassandra’s smile tightened, polite but icy.

“Oh? How lovely.” She turned to Marita with the kind of sweet tone women used when they were being mean. “Welcome, dear. I’m Cassandra. I’ve been Mr. Lucius’s secretary for four years now. If you need help with anything simple, filing, coffee, organizing basic documents just let me know. We wouldn’t want you to feel overwhelmed.”

Marita blinked once.

Then she smiled, bright, genuine, and completely unbothered.

“Tank you, Cassandra,” she said sweetly, her island accent warm. “Mi really appreciate dat. But mi think mi will be okay. Mi used to run entire orphanage wing when mi was fifteen. Cleaning, cooking for thirty pikinini, organizing medicine, scheduling doctor visits, and making sure every child get to school on time. Mi can handle filing.”

Cassandra’s perfectly arched eyebrow twitched.

Lucius’s lips curved slightly.

Marita continued innocently, “And if mi get stuck, mi will ask Lucius. He said he will teach mi everything himself.”

The way she said “Lucius”, soft, familiar, and without the “Mr.” made Cassandra’s jaw clench.

Lucius gently tugged Marita toward his office door.

“We’ll be in my office, Cassandra. Hold all calls unless it’s urgent.”

As soon as the door closed behind them, Marita let out a small giggle.

“She no like mi,” she whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Lucius walked behind his massive desk and pulled her gently onto his lap as he sat down, one arm wrapping around her waist.

“She’s territorial,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “She’s been trying to get my attention for years. She doesn’t like competition.”

Marita turned in his lap to face him, straddling his thighs, her sundress riding up slightly.

“Competition?” she asked, tilting her head. “But mi no competing with her. Mi already win.”

Lucius stared at her for a second, then let out a rare laugh.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, hands sliding up her thighs under the dress. “Too smart for your own good.”

Marita grinned, looping her arms around his neck.

“Mi no go to big school, but mi no stupid,” she said proudly. “Mi can learn fast. Teach mi, Lucius. Mi want to be useful to yu.”

Lucius’s eyes darkened. He pulled her closer until their foreheads touched.

“You already are,” he whispered. “More than you know.”

He kissed her then, and the rest of the world seemed to disappear. Marita moaned softly into his mouth, fingers sliding into his hair as she kissed him back with equal passion

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing harder, Lucius rested his forehead against hers.

“Welcome to your new job, little bird.”

Marita smiled, cheeks flushed, heart full.

“Mi think mi going to like working here very much.”

The words had barely left Marita’s lips before Lucius’s grip on her waist tightened. He pulled her closer, her sundress riding higher up her thighs as she straddled him properly in his large office chair.

His dark eyes burned into hers.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he growled softly, voice rough with barely restrained hunger.

Marita’s breath hitched. She could feel him, hard, thick, and pressing insistently against her through his pants. Her cheeks burned hotter, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted slightly, settling more firmly on his lap, her hands resting on his broad shoulders.

“Show mi then,” she whispered, shy but bold at the same time.

That was all it took.

Lucius surged forward, claiming her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue slid against hers, demanding, tasting every soft whimper she made. One of his hands gripped her hip, guiding her to rock slowly against the hard bulge in his pants while the other slid up her back, fingers tangling in her wild curls.

Marita moaned into his mouth, instinctively grinding down on him. The friction made her tremble.

“Fuck,” Lucius groaned against her lips, breaking the kiss just enough to trail his mouth down her neck. He sucked on her pulse point, hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re so sweet… so fucking responsive.”

Marita’s head fell back, giving him better access. Her hips moved in small, needy circles, chasing the pleasure building between her legs.

“Lucius…” she breathed, voice shaky. “Mi feel so hot… down there.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her throat. His hand slipped under her sundress, sliding up her smooth thigh until his fingers brushed the edge of her panties.

“Soaked already,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Just from sitting on my lap.”

Marita whimpered, hiding her face in his neck, embarrassed but too turned on to stop moving.

“Don’t hide,” he ordered gently, tugging her head back so he could see her flushed face. “I want to watch you.”

He pushed her panties aside and ran two thick fingers along her slick folds, teasing her entrance before slowly pushing the tip of his long finger inside her.

Marita gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders.

Lucius froze the moment his fingers brushed against her entrance.

She was soaked, yes but incredibly tight. Virgin tight.

He pulled back slightly, eyes darkening with realization as he looked at her flushed face. Marita was breathing hard, lips parted, eyes glassy with need, but there was also a flicker of nervousness there.

“Little bird…” he murmured, his tone surprisingly tender, “have you ever had anything inside you before?”

Marita bit her lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment. She shook her head shyly.

“No,” she whispered. “Nothing… ever.”

Lucius let out a slow, shaky breath. His hand slid out from under her dress and cupped her cheek instead, thumb stroking her skin with surprising gentleness.

“I won’t take you here,” he said quietly, forehead resting against hers. “Not like this. Not for your first time.”

Marita’s eyes widened, a mix of relief and disappointment flashing across her face.

“But… mi want yu,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Mi want to feel yu…”

Lucius groaned softly, kissing her deeply again, slower this time, more controlled. When he pulled back, his voice lost some of its usual edge.

“You will feel me. But not today. Not rushed in an office chair. When I take you, it will be somewhere I can lay you down properly… somewhere I can take my time with you for hours.”

He kissed her again, softer, sweeter, while his hands gently guided her hips to keep rocking slowly against the hard ridge in his pants, giving her friction without pushing further.

Marita whimpered into his mouth, grinding down on him instinctively, chasing the pleasure. Lucius groaned, one hand slipping back under her dress to rub slow, gentle circles over her swollen clit through her soaked panties.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her lips. “Use me, little bird. Make yourself feel good.”

Marita’s hips moved faster, needy little sounds escaping her as she rubbed herself against his hardness. Lucius kept kissing her, deep, consuming kisses while his fingers worked her clit with perfect pressure.

“You’re so wet for me,” he rasped, voice strained. “So fucking perfect.”

Marita cried out softly as her orgasm crashed over her. She trembled violently in his lap, burying her face in his neck as she came, soaking his fingers and the front of his pants.

Lucius held her through it, kissing her hair, her temple, whispering praise.

“Good girl… such a good girl for me.”

When she finally stopped shaking, he gently pulled her panties back into place and wrapped both arms around her, holding her close against his chest. His own arousal was still painfully hard, but he made no move to relieve himself.

Marita clung to him, breathing hard, cheeks flushed with pleasure and shyness.

“Mi sorry…” she whispered. “Mi made a mess on yu…”

Lucius chuckled lowly, kissing the top of her head.

“I like your mess,” he said, voice warm. “I like everything about you.”

He tilted her chin up so she could look at him.

“We’ll go slow,” he promised. “As slow as you need but you’re mine now, Marita. Understand?”

She nodded, eyes shining.

“Yours,” she whispered, smiling shyly.

Lucius kissed her again, soft, lingering, full of quiet possession.

Then he helped her off his lap, fixing her sundress with careful hands before pulling her back down to sit sideways across his thighs.

“Now,” he said, voice returning to that calm, commanding tone, “let’s actually start your work. I’ll show you what I need you to help me with.”

Marita rested her head on his shoulder, still glowing from her orgasms, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips.

“Yes, Lucius.”

He smiled faintly, one hand rubbing her back.

“Good girl.”