Do You Want Me, Rose?

Olive's P.O.V.

I sat here half naked now. All I had on was my skirt, and my bra that I'm sure I'll be losing in just a minute. Sometimes I just want to slap myself for the ideas I come up with, but Lucas seems to be having fun, so I can't be too mad at myself.

"Bra please." He winked at me as he finished another work task.

I see now why he puts off work for so long. It is very boring. I can't imagine having to read so many contracts and important papers daily, being careful not to let anything slide through the cracks. The smallest mistake could cost him a lot of money.

I unclasped my bra, feeling my boobs bounce as I released them from their shackles. Lucas' eyes hungrily took them in. His gaze and cool breath alone were making my center dampen. I wouldn't be surprised to find a wet spot on his lap if I stood up right now.

"I think you're enjoying this too much," I teased him.

"I think you are too," he responded, biting my earlobe for a second.

Another excruciating long few min