Mr. Hemmings [CEO!Series 1/4]

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Warning: **Light Smut**

A few days had passed you can't deny the feelings you were having. You wanted more of him: his touches, his sensual kisses, the lingering feelings when you two become one, bliss. You had tried not to develop this feelings of 'want', but it was impossible when you work too closely to him, Luke.

Light brushes of hands, him and his cold demeanour. When you two are alone he would ask about your day and whatnots, sweet gestures from him, dinner, coffee together and other more. What was he actually trying to say?

One afternoon, the floor was pretty much empty as most are having lunch, since you were a P.A. your boss' lunch-time is your lunch-time. So here you were in your desk typing away some piles of files, one problem you couldn't focus because of Luke, and his unknown gestures in the past few days after your talk.

You stood up, and trudge away to Luke's office without knocking, and locked it down. He was on the phone talking, and he looked at you confused. You made your way round his office table and grabbed the sides of his swivel chair to make it steady, and lean down a bit putting one of your legs in between his. You crashed your lips to his and took him by surprise.

'Mr. Hemmings are you still there?' You heard from the line, but still continued and made your way to his nape. Your hands on his firm shoulder making its way to his tie, and loosening it. "I am quite occupied, call later," He was trying to suppress the moan and just hung up.

"What was that?" He raised a brow at you, you gulped, you couldn't find a word to say. You didn't know what came over you. "Speak," He commanded making you startled. You pulled away of his swivel chair, and looked down at your shoes. 'What were you thinking? Thinking that he felt the same towards you?' You mentally slapped yourself. "I... I don't know... what..." You didn't know why your tears started rolling down. "I don't understand you... I don't know..." This was rejection, and what you did was utterly unprofessional. Now you're just waiting for his words to come out. Ready to blow you out of your job.

*

Luke didn't mean to startle you, and when you started to cry, he felt a pang through his heart, jabbing it repeatedly. "I... am sorry, I just thought-" He cut you through by placing his lips onto yours, "Shush, baby, I wasn't angry." Luke cooed and you bit your lips. He cupped your cheeks, and look you in the eyes. His forehead against yours and showered you with little kisses until it lead to heavy make outs. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his torso. He pushed you to his now already messy mahogany table, files were scattered and he stared at you hungrily.

"You don't know how hard had these past few days been," He whispered in your ears and you blushed, "You on my office table, me fücking you senseless." His words sent you chill to your spine. "Fück me then," Even you were surprised to what you had just said. He looked you in the eyes, and lust was prominently shown through his illuminating eyes. You had never felt so strongly about someone like this before. Not to mention to someone you hadn't known for that long.

His cold lip-ring contracted with your neck as he made his way down, he unbuttoned your blouse, and kissed every part of you sensually, making you moan, your hand gripped to his quiffed hair making it a bit messy. The blouse hanging to your arms as he unclasped your tube bra making it fall to your lap. Your legs spread apart, and your tight skirt pulled up as he was in between your legs. He sucked your nipple making you clench your hand through his hair, and also making you moan quite loudly, luckily his office was sound proof. You were already out breath with him only doing your top parts. You were already feeling soaked under, and damn you were needing more.

He was undoing your skirt when someone knocked, "Sir, your mother is arriving in 5 minutes." It was Danny if you were not wrong, another assistant. Like your back up. You started to scramble, wearing your bra, fixing your blouse and skirt. "She isn't on my schedule," He hissed and starts to ruffle his hair angrily. You brushed your hair quickly, and make sure your were presentable enough. You glanced at him and trudge your way near him and fixed his suit. You fixed the knot of his tie and fixed his creased collar. "Thanks, sugar," He sent you a smile and you blushed. "We'll continue later." He smirked and you couldn't be more redder than what you are now.