Chapter 63 63
Blair froze under the desk, her breath caught in her throat.
From her hiding spot, she had an unfortunately perfect view: the unmistakable, straining outline of Lucas’s erection pressing against the front of his tailored trousers.
“Lucas, come give me a hug,” Olivia’s warm, teasing voice floated in as her heels tapped closer.
Blair watched Lucas’s thighs tense. He didn’t move.
“Chill, Liv,” he managed, voice slightly higher than usual. “Uhm… yeah, I… I can’t right now.”
Olivia stopped. Tilted her head, smiling like she already knew. “Why not?”
Lucas cleared his throat. Twice.
“I’m… having an… erection. I—uhm—I can’t stand up.”
Blair’s eyes widened so much she felt her lashes brush her brows.
She stared at the very obvious bulge between his legs, the fabric pulled taut.
An erection, she mouthed silently, stunned.
Olivia let out a delighted little gasp. “Oh my God, Lucas—this is it! You finally have an erection! After five years of waiting!” She took another step closer, practically vibrating with excitement. “Let’s get a room—or no, forget the room. I’ve been waiting to turn you on. I knew this outfit would do it, look at you—”
“Wait—Liv—” Lucas lifted a hand like he was directing traffic, voice cracking. “I’ll… I’ll make it up to you. I swear. I’m just—right now I’m in the middle of… office work.”
Olivia laughed, low and fond. “Lucas. You’re the boss. No one’s going to hear a thing. We can lock the door.” She leaned forward slightly, voice dropping . “You could bend me over your desk and fuck me so good. I’ve been waiting years for this. I can’t resist you like this.”
Under the desk, Blair squeezed her eyes shut, desperately wishing she could block her ears, crawl through the floor, or spontaneously combust—anything to not be here for this conversation.
Lucas exhaled roughly. “Olivia. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Tonight. Just… let me finish this one thing first. Please.”
A long beat of silence.
“Fine,” Olivia sighed dramatically, but there was a playful lilt to it. “Tonight then. And… promise no condoms?”
Lucas’s voice came out strangled. “Promise.”
Blair heard the soft rustle of Olivia’s dress as she turned, the sharp tap of heels moving away, then the quiet snick of the door closing behind her.
For several long seconds, the office was painfully silent.
Only then did Blair dare to slowly crawl out from under the desk, cheeks flaming, refusing to meet Lucas’s eyes.
He still hadn’t moved an inch.
His hands were white-knuckled on the arms of his chair.
Blair stood up, smoothed her skirt with shaking hands, and finally croaked:
“…So. That was… something.”
Lucas just dropped his forehead onto the desk with a dull thud.
“Yeah,” he muttered into the wood.
“I’m never recovering from this.”
Lucas finally cleared his throat.
“That’ll be all,” he said smoothly. “You can go.”
There was the faintest pause.
Then Blair moved.
“I—I’m sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” she said in a rush. “It won’t happen again.”
She didn’t wait for a response.
She clutched the tray to her chest, turned sharply, and almost collided with the door as she pushed it open.
The moment she stepped into the hallway, she broke into a fast walk—then a run.
Her heart was hammering painfully as she disappeared down the corridor, the sound of her footsteps fading.
Inside the office, silence lingered.
Lucas stared at the closed door longer than he should have.
He leaned slowly back in his leather chair.
He dragged both hands down his face, exhaling a shaky, disbelieving breath.
“Oh my God…”
He stared at the ceiling, heart still hammering too hard against his ribs.
Five years.
Five whole years since his body had reacted to a woman like this—like it remembered what wanting felt like.
Not even Olivia’s slow, seduction had done it. Not her low voice, not the way she’d leaned in close enough for him to smell her perfume, not the deliberate flash of smooth, bare thigh, not even the whispered promise of her clean, glistening clit waiting for him.
He’d stayed stubbornly soft through all of it, polite but detached, the way he had for years.
And then Blair—had simply brushed the top of his foot with her fingers when she crawled under the desk earlier.
A fleeting, accidental touch. Barely there.
That was all it took.
His cock had surged to life in seconds, thick and insistent, straining against his trousers like it had been waiting for permission for half a decade.
Back at the Brooks mansion, the grandfather clock in the foyer had just struck 10 PM. .
Olivia burst through the double doors of the master suite, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement.
She kicked off her heels, letting them tumble across the plush rug, and immediately flopped onto the massive king bed with a delighted squeal.
“I can’t wait for him to get back… Yayyy!” she whispered to herself, hugging a pillow to her chest. “He finally agreed to fuck me. Five years of foreplay, and tonight it’s happening.”
She rolled onto her stomach, grabbed her laptop from the nightstand, and opened a private browsing tab faster than she’d ever moved before. Her fingers flew across the keys:
“best ways to ride a man like a pro”
“how to make a man lose his mind during cowgirl”
“sex tips to ride him so good he forgets his name”
She scrolled hungrily through articles and forums, biting her lip as she read tips about grinding in slow circles
… Her cheeks grew warmer with every line.
She paused on one particularly detailed guide and murmured, “Okay, note to self: arch the back, roll the hips, don’t bounce like a jackhammer unless he begs for it…”
After a while, she closed the laptop and stood up, pacing in front of the full-length mirror. She tilted her head, considering her options.
“How about…” she said aloud, grinning at her reflection, “I just show up completely naked and wait for him on the bed? No lingerie, no games. Just me, spread out like dessert.”
The thought made her laugh—a giddy, slightly wicked sound. She peeled off her dress slowly, letting it pool at her feet, then climbed onto the silk sheets.
She lay back, hair fanning across the pillows, legs slightly parted. Her breathing slowed as her mind drifted further.
In her daydream, she heard his deep commanding voice, , right against her ear:
“I’m on my way home, my lady.”
A shiver ran through her.
“Now spread those legs for daddy.”
Olivia’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her hand drifted down her stomach, teasing herself lightly as the fantasy played out—his hands gripping her hips, his weight pinning her, the way he’d finally lose control after all this time.
She whispered to the empty room, voice breathy:
“Hurry up, Lucas… I’ve waited long enough.”
The mansion clock ticked on, counting down the minutes until he walked through that door.