She's The Boss

Oliver

The entire time Lya was away at training, I got exactly no work done. All I did was worry about her. Dr. Whitledge had specifically said two weeks until she could train, and while those two weeks would end in a couple days, she had already been training for nearly a week. The idea of her getting hurt - even a minor injury that was common in training - made me a ball of nerves. Adair tried to talk me down, insisting that when she officially became Luna she would have to also be a warrior in some capacity to stand up and protect her pack, but it still didn’t sit well with me.

I wanted to mark her. I wanted to feel what she felt more clearly, instead of just when it was all consuming. This half bond was miserable to deal with, and that was one thing Adair and I agreed on.

My office door creaked open and I breathed a sigh of relief when I looked up to see Lya. She walked around the desk and sat down in my lap, pulling her knees up to her and resting her head on my shoulder. Hesitantly, I pulled her closer against me. Up until this point, Lya had not been the touchy feely type, so a small part of me worried something was wrong.

“Hi,” I said, smiling into her hair. “What’s this about?”

“Weird day,” she sighed.

I pulled back and looked down at her, biting my tongue when I took in the already fading bruise on her cheek. I stood up with her and placed her on my desk. “So what’s the damage today?” I asked, scanning the rest of her exposed skin.

“Most are fading already,” she shrugged. “Thanks to Tala.”

I placed a hand on either side of her hips and looked down at her. “I really don’t like you training.”

Lya sighed. “I know, but I do.”

“So please don’t get hurt,” I insisted.

Lya didn’t respond, instead pulling my face down to hers and kissing me.

“Are you trying to distract me?” I mumbled against her lips.

“That depends, is it working?”

Her tongue skimmed against my lower lip, and I was quick to relent. I pushed her knees apart, pressing my body as close to hers as I could. My hands traveled underneath her shirt, finding the heat of another bruise on her side. “It’s working very well.”

I pushed Lya back down on the desk, letting my hands roam under her shirt. Part of me worried about the unlocked door to my office, but it was quickly overridden by the irresistible little spitfire sprawled out on my desk.

This was the sort of work I could easily wrap my head around.

My hands drifted down to her legging clad legs, skimming up the inside of her thigh. I kissed down along her neck, eliciting a small moan, and the sweet smell of her arousal flooded my office.

Lya reached for my shirt, but I caught her wrists and held them down above her. “No ma’am, I think I’ll take my time,” I chuckled.

And take my time, I did. I needed a distraction from doing nothing, and I was going to drag these few moments of bliss out as long as I could. Her shirt fell to the floor, and my mouth quickly returned to exploring every part of her shoulders, chest, and stomach. Her hands strained against my hold when I reached the waistband of her leggings.

“Do you want me to stop?” I breathed against her.

Lya lifted her hips and opened her legs a little wider as I stayed motionless and looked down at her, waiting for a response. “Please,” she begged.

“Please, what?” I asked. I stood up and watched her face, sliding one hand inside the top of her pants.

Lya continued to squirm against me. “Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t move, then. I’m enjoying taking my time.”

Lya stilled. I slowly removed my other hand that held her wrists and pulled the leggings off of her. I began again kissing and nipping at her ankles all the way up to her thighs. Her whine the closer I got to the apex of her legs made it clear I was going too slow for her, yet I still stopped and stood.

“Quiet,” I told her. The kids would be getting home from school, and they didn’t need to hear this, as much as I wanted to.

I leaned down and kissed her while one hand found her wet folds and the other unbuttoned my pants. I kept my lips on hers as one finger slowly dipped inside of her. Lya’s legs tensed on either side of me, but I maintained the slowest pace I could.

She gasped against my lips when the head of my cock pressed against her instead of my fingers. I pushed into her slowly, kissing her harder as she mewled. Lya’s back arched as I began to thrust, both of us freezing and glancing toward the door when commotion was heard outside. I clapped my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

“Just ignore it,” I whispered. All thoughts of going slow went out the window and I pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping and muffled cries hidden by the argument going on down the hall.

Lya reached back and clutched the edge of the desk. She gasped, arching her back, and her walls clamped down around me. A sensation in my gums urging me to mark her rattled my teeth, but I kept my jaw clamped shut, growling out as I released.

Lya stared up at me, eyed wide and chest still heaving. I marveled back at her, unwilling to move and wanting to prolong the moment.

“You okay with me training yet?” she huffed.

I smiled down at her and placed one last kiss on her jaw. “You just might have to remind me sometimes.”

Screaming in the hall made its way closer to the door, causing Lya to jump up and start searching for her clothes. She had barely gotten all the necessary clothing on when the door flew open, revealing an absolutely distraught Anna.

“What’s that smell?” she demanded. “Where is it coming from?”

“Anna,” I growled. I shot a glance over at Lya who was trying to inconspicuously fix her hair. “You can’t just barge into my office.”

Anna scoffed. “Lock the door, then. What have you even been doing in here that’s so secret?” She glanced over at Lya and scrunched her nose. “Your shirt’s on backwards.”

The color Lya’s face turned put the deep red of her hair to shame. “Oh-uh, must’ve put it on wrong after training. I need to go shower anyway.” She stumbled out of the room, Anna hot on her heels, continuing the rant I wasn’t going to listen to.

I sat back down in my chair, reaching out to straighten a few things, counting down the minutes until the scent in question found me. Trevor walked over to the window and opened it before reaching for the bottle of scotch. If the drama didn’t calm down soon, I was going to have to stash that away.

“I am not handling any paperwork that has touched that desk,” he said.

I ran my hands through my hair and glanced around, desperately trying not to make eye contact. I bit back a smile to myself when I caught sight of some lace under the desk. “I’ll clean it,” I mumbled.

He rolled his eyes. “You say that as if this’ll be the only time.”

If I had it my way, it wouldn’t. “Sounds like your time is almost up.”

Trevor finished off his scotch in a gulp and stood up. “MIght wanna zip your pants before you leave. And doors do have locks, you know.”

“I will make absolutely certain to walk in on you two at some point, I promise,” I told him as he left - through the window, of all choices. He had to realize the fight that was going to ensue when Anna finally tracked him down.