The Billionaire's Nanny

33

The rest of lunch seemed to go on slowly or maybe it was because I could not keep my mind off Lucas's promise to show me his work basement. Well, it was not exactly the fact that he would be showing me his basement, it was more of what he was going to show me down there. If I were to put it in the right words, I was going to be used as a test run for his experiment, but I would not even pretend to be offended in the least. Not when I felt like I would explode from all the anticipation building inside me any second. And from the way Lucas slurped down his food hurriedly and exchanged suggestive looks at me, I could tell he could not wait any more than I could. 

After the never-ending lunch, Lucas took me down to the basement. Earlier when I walked through the doors of this billion-dollar company, I thought it was the most exciting sight I would witness today, but the three-story basement left my mouth hanging. Each floor was specially built to host labs for experiments that were not ready to meet the public just yet. It was not your regular garage-like basement as I had expected it to be. 

Lucas gave me a tour of the labs of the first two floors of the basement, and I forgot how to breathe as he showed me more and more of his work that he expected to get patented too. Finally, we reached the last floor, and I was thrilled to hear this was his floor or his special playground as he liked to call it. First for the privacy, and second because here I knew I was free to express my amazement at all the cool things I expected to see. 

"Playground?" I asked as he swiped a key card over the door lock. 

"Yeah, it's my safe place where I can try out all of my prototypes, bring my new ideas to life without interruptions, and I do not have to engage in the fistfights over who gets the patent name as is always the case with what happens on the other two lab floors above." the door made a buzzing sound and he stepped to the side to let me in. 

"They engage in fistfights?" I asked almost amused. 

"Yup," he nodded, "I for one have had to throw a few punches around sometimes." 

I snickered as the image of Lucas punching someone in the face for his patent name crawled up my brain. "Stop imagining it," he chuckled. 

"How would you know what I was imagining?" 

"I can read you like a book," he shrugged and took my hand, "come let me show you around." 

I gasped as Lucas lead me through a large work table with many different hardware I have never seen before. I sauntered over to a robot on the other end of the table. "Oh my god," I cried like a child that just saw Santa on Christmas morning. "Does it work?" 

Lucas walked up behind me, an amused grin plastered on his face. "Everything that makes it to this table works." he reached out and touched a few buttons on the robot bringing it to life. "this though was my first baby. It was my first project after I returned from Germany."

"You went to school in Germany?" I turned to him shocked. 

"Dad's choice," he said simply and leaned down to unlock the robot with his face. "There are a few updates I still need to make on it, so it's unsafe to use right now." 

A small disappointed pout formed on my face that made him chuckle. "The good news though is that," he stepped forward and took a red arm-like thing. "you can play with my second favorite toy," 

"A glove?"

"Robotic gloves," he corrected. He took the pair of brown rubber gloves next to the robotic arm and slipped them over his hand. "Ready for some action?" he asked with a smug grin. 

"You know I am." 

Lucas clenched his fists lightly and the robotic arms on the table moved in rhythm with his fingers. "Whoa," I gasped. "That's..."

"Awesome?" he chuckled, and did a small wave, the robot followed too, mimicking the movements of his hand. 

"I'm torn between saying how much of a mad scientist you are and expressing just how cute this robot is," 

"I think you just did both," he grinned, "though I think there may be other options to describe this baby right here." 

"Crazy, amazing, mind f*****g blowing?" 

"Those would do," Lucas continued showing me more features on the robot, and as fascinating as it looked, nothing caught my attention better than the way he grinned as he explained each feature. 

"You are one sexy nerd," I said and stepped closer to touch his other arm. "I have never seen you so passionate," 

"I think you've seen me passionate plenty," he quirked his brows suggestively. 

"I was talking about your job perv," I laughed and swatted his arm playfully. 

"I know but I could not waste such a good double entendre," he smiled. "but I do enjoy experiments and bringing things that were once locked away in my imaginative world to life." he turned off the robot arm and started to peel off the gloves on his hand. "I no longer get the chance to experiment as much as I enjoyed doing though." 

"Why?" I asked, giving him my hand. 

"Dad does not know I have this lab right here. I had to forfeit some of my time in the lab—all of it actually, one of the perks of being the CEO," he finished fixing the glove over my hand and turned the robotic arm back on. 

"That's a perk?" 

"No," he said with a sad smile, "I can't come here on days dad visits, the company. I have to give my all to taking care of the Company and Robin does most of the work in the Lab." the fiery lust in his eyes earlier was quickly replaced by sadness and hurt. 

"So you sneak into your own Lab?" I said in a soft tone. 

"Well that's what makes it more fun," he chuckled humorlessly. "It's not easy, but I realized that I had to forfeit what I loved most to live up to what I was born for, and for now, it's fine if I have to sneak into my own lab." 

I reached a hand out to comfort him, but he quickly pulled back and turned on the robotic arms, "It's only temporary until dad sees my passion and what I'm capable of achieving even as a scientist."

"You have done more than enough to prove that to him, you turned the whole company around," I frowned. 

"How would you know that?" he quirked his brows. 

"An article I read sometime before I came for the interview," I explained. 

"So you did a lot of homework before we met," he asked amused. 

"Trust me I did a lot more than just do some homework," 

He chuckled and shook his head, "I'm fine Chris, really," I was not convinced though, but he stopped any further discussions as he said, "it's your turn to try out my favorite—second favorite in this line." 

I nodded, feeling slightly hurt that he did not let me comfort him. My disappointment was quickly covered with a grin as the robotic arm responded to every movement I made. 

"I think I'm on the best date I have ever been on right now," I squealed happily. 

"And we have not even gotten to the best part yet," he said in a familiar tone that dripped with lust. 

"Tell me about it," I giggled and did a finger gun pointed at him. 

"I think I would rather show you," he stepped closer and I took a step back. 

"I would like that too," I said as I brought my gloved hand to my lips, "but first," I kissed my palm lightly and blew a kiss to Lucas.

"Smartass" he grinned, "but as much as I hate for us to leave soon, there is a certain experiment that has occupied my mind through lunch," 

I smiled sheepishly, knowing well enough just what experiment was on his mind. "Come," he took my hand and peeled the glove off swiftly. 

"So impatient," I giggled but did not resist when he pulled my hand and led me further into the lab. 

"A man can only have so much restraint," 

We reached another office and from the familiar arrangement, I could tell it was his too. "How many offices do you have exactly," 

"Six," he said, brushing away all the files and papers on the large desk. He lifted me and dropped me carefully on the desk, making me giggle out a "Six?"

"Three here in Califonia, One in Milan, Paris, and London." he sauntered to the cabin a few inches away. 

"Wow," I breathed. "I've been to three and I still think it's a lot," 

"I do too sometimes," his back was facing me as he reached above for a pink box. "but I cannot imagine not having my own space to work whenever I travel to another branch." 

"You sure do like your own space," I noted. 

"I do," he turned around and lifted the box for me to see, "but not around you,"

"I can live with that, what's in your hand?" I asked as he walked back to me with a mischievous smile on his face. 

"This," he took the content of the box out, "is my latest baby," he smirked at me as he tossed the box to the side, holding up only the vibe and the remote. 

"She's cute," 

"A he, but thank you," he said as he skimmed his fingers over the buttons on the remote, "now its time to find out if this is as efficient as it is cute," 

"Well now I'm scared," I lied. From the way his hazel irises glowed with evil I knew he could tell that part too. 

"You should be" He took my hand and led me down from the table to his seat. I feigned a struggle as he led me to his side of the desk but still ended up across his lap, as he held me firmly. I continued my fight, laughing as I did so, I could tell he was enjoying my little game. His big hands wrapped around my wrists, and pinned them behind me, seizing any form of control I held on to.  

The action sprung my n*****s to life, and they strained against the thin and soft cotton of my dress. My hips and legs moving to shake him off only made it easier for him to bunch my skirt higher to my hips, and push my now soaked pant over my ass and hips, but that was just what I wanted. 

The coolness of the room hit my skin and without giving me some time to adapt to it, his hand moved swiftly, setting the vibe against my clit and turning the power on from the hand that was holding my wrists firmly behind.

I jerked up, almost shooting out of his grip, and I was suddenly thankful for Lucas's strong arms holding me firmly. My back arched and screaming pants of “Oh, God” fell freely from my lips. Now I could really use the privacy of this office and floor.

"Where were we?" he growled as he pressed the vibe harder against my clit. 

His question came out loud and clear but all I could hear was the ringing in my ears and the moans and cries filling the room. It was torture, but I was not complaining about having this sweet, delicious, harsh torture from his hands. 

He moved his hand, pressing his palm against the vibe on my clit while his fingers teased my entrance before plunging in. The sudden and unexpected way with which his fingers moved, left me tethering toward the edge. "Ah," he continued, smugness coloring his tone, "we are at the part where you have to give your review for my new invention"

I managed to turn my head to give him a sharp look, but could not form any coherent words. He smirked at how helpless I looked as he continued to increase the pressure between my legs until I felt like I would explode any second. It was too much yet not enough, painful yet sweet torture, and my orgasm built up faster than I anticipated.

"You have to tell me how it makes you feel unless your review would be incomplete," he said in a stern voice, "and you know I cannot let you come with an incomplete review, don't you?" 

"Yes sir," I said in a harsh pant. My brain now worked between trying to hold off my orgasm and giving him the answers he desired. He was merciless, turning the power higher as his fingers thrust in and out as fast as they could. Determined to make me come and making my fight even harder. 

"Now tell me," he runted, "how does this make you feel?" 

"G-good...." I cried. 

"Just good?"

"Better than good," A lot of other words flashed in my mind, but as the tension building around my muscles doubled, every last one of them escaped. 

"Do you want me to stop," he asked in a low and rough voice even though he knew just what my answer would be. 

"No, god please don't stop," 

"That's what I thought." he was panting in my ear, his hips rocking the unmistakable bulge against my abdomen. 

“Come for me, muffin.” He growled, “You have earned it. You’re so close to soaking my fingers.”

His fingers dug in harder, his head leaning down to bite the exposed skin on my neck and the vibrator increasing in speed and pressure. It was the perfect recipe for a muscle ripping climax. 

His deft fingers worked me harder to the peak until I snapped. Jolts of pleasure rammed through me, sending me screaming until each vibrating wave washed through me. 

I was almost limp as he drew the torture weapon out of me slowly and dropped it on the table. He turned me around so I was no longer laying, but now sitting across his laps, trying to catch my breath. 

His forehead met mine as we both tried to steady our breathing, I though, was still overwhelmed after my breathing became normal again. 

"So," he asked with a gin plastered on his face, "Is it ready to hit the market just yet, or do we need to put in a little more work." he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck as he spoke. 

"You know the answer to that." I managed a small giggle. 

"I want to hear you say it," he leaned down to kiss my neck softly. 

"Yes it's ready to hit the market, but only if you save us one for a 'next time.'" I ginned. 

"That goes without saying," he tilted his head and captured my lips. His kiss was hot and needy, making my insatiable body ache for more of him. It left me frantic and breathless a second time and when he pulled away, I mumbled a small, "more..."

Lucas chuckled, bringing his thumb to my lips "more you will get muffin, but you know you will have to earn it don't you?" 

I pouted in disappointment but still gave a small nod. "Let's see," he stroked his chin with a mischievous smile, "If make it through the rest of the afternoon without coming, I will give you more," 

"How hard can that be?" I chuckled. 

"Well we are just about to find out," he smirked and picked up the vibe again, "right after I have this cleaned up and make you have it on inside you for the rest of the day until we are done here today." 

I gasped, eye wide and staring at the silver vibrator in his hand. It still dripped with my fluids and my mind raced as a picture of me trying to survive the afternoon in it flashed in my head. "You wouldn't."

"I think I just did."