NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 312. What If Someone Walks In?

Oliver's glare intensified the moment those words left her lips, his expression darkening into something menacing that instilled unease even in the chief. She couldn't help but feel a jolt of curiosity at his sudden shift in demeanor. Mere moments before, his gaze had been that of a typical man appraising her physique, but now he projected an entirely different persona – one of cold detachment, ruthless efficiency, and unnerving power.

This stark transformation was something she, as a seasoned police chief, had witnessed countless times before. However, encountering such an intense, battle-hardened aura in an eighteen-year-old like Oliver was utterly unexpected. He bore the hallmarks of someone who had navigated a life steeped in violence, a veteran accustomed to making difficult, often brutal, decisions without hesitation.

The chief found this baffling. She knew Oliver was supposedly the scion of a prominent and wealthy family, untouched by any criminal entanglements. So why did he exude the presence of a hardened warrior who had seen more bloodshed than most could imagine?

She was uncertain about the catalyst for his dramatic transformation over the past three months. Whatever it was, it had profoundly reshaped him, leaving her exceptionally wary.

Oliver held her gaze for a long moment, unblinking, before his voice, deep and resonant, filled the room. "That's precisely my intention. I will do just that."

Lauren unconsciously moistened her lips, finding his commanding presence strangely captivating. "I must caution you, Mr. Oliver, that you may find yourself unable to act on that."

"Is that so?" Oliver's lips curled into a smirk, an eyebrow arching playfully. "Pray tell, Chief Lauren, why do you believe I won't be able to seek retribution against those who attacked me? From my perspective, inaction would mean forfeiting my peace of mind entirely."

"Hehehe... it's not that I'm preventing you, Mr. Oliver," the Chief chuckled, uncrossing her arms. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and offered him a seductive smile. "What I meant was, they are already nothing more than ashes scattered to the winds. Their fate was sealed the moment they dared to cross an Ashford."

A flicker of surprise flashed in Oliver's eyes, though his composed expression remained unchanged. "Oh? Do elaborate on how that transpired."

Lauren let out another soft chuckle. "Your grandfather, as it happens, handled them personally. I merely dealt with the messy aftermath, as usual. It gave me quite a headache, though your grandfather seemed utterly unfazed by the trouble I incurred."

She rose and walked towards Oliver, then straddled his lap. Her shapely thighs, clad in a form-fitting skirt, spread on either side of his body, offering him an intimate view of her alluring curves.

"What is it you're doing, Chief?" Oliver inquired, feigning surprise at her bold move.

"As I mentioned earlier, Mr. Oliver, if you require my services, you must provide compensation in return," Lauren replied, a sensual smile gracing her red lips as she reached out to cup his cheeks. "Yet, you haven't offered anything as yet, have you?"

"But you haven't done anything for me yet, have you?" Oliver countered, his hands moving to her rounded posterior, giving it a firm squeeze. *'Mmmm! She's so damn sexy.'*

A warm breath escaped the Chief's lips as she leaned closer, her scent a intoxicating blend that tantalized Oliver's senses. "Haah... While your grandfather commanded me, *you* were the instigator. Therefore, I believe I am owed your gratitude for the effort involved."

Oliver grinned, applying a firmer squeeze to her behind before drawing her closer until their chests were intimately pressed together. The soft weight of her ample breasts met his firm chest, a sensation that was incredibly pleasing.

"Hmm, I suppose you have a point," Oliver conceded, burying his face in the curve of her neck. "However, are you entirely comfortable with this? What if someone were to walk in? I doubt you'd want your subordinates witnessing such a compromising situation. It could certainly impact your authority and reputation."

"Haah... Worry not. Even if we were to engage in this right before my officers, they would simply turn a blind eye," Lauren whispered huskily. "Not only would they feign ignorance, but they would also grant us the privacy to indulge. You see, when I set my mind on something, nothing can deter me."

Oliver couldn't help but marvel at her unwavering confidence in her authority. Did she truly believe no one would dare defy her? In his estimation, there would always be someone audacious enough to challenge any semblance of power.

However, Oliver’s thoughts were brief as the woman above him began grinding her lower body against his erection. It was akin to a parched soul discovering an oasis after a lengthy desert trek.

The desire for more surged within him; he craved a deeper experience.

Thus, when Lauren’s arms encircled his head, drawing him nearer to her face, Oliver lost all restraint and leaned in to press his lips against hers.

A ravenous kiss ensued, their heated breaths mingling as their mouths met. Their tongues danced a flirtatious ballet while their bodies moved in perfect sync.

Oliver’s right hand traced a path up her thigh, caressing her smooth skin before venturing beneath her skirt to cup her full buttocks.

A moan escaped Lauren’s lips as Oliver firmly squeezed her right cheek, reveling in the sensation of his fingers pressing into her yielding flesh. He then slid a finger between her cheeks, teasing her tight nether regions before tracing its path along her cleft.

"Mmmm... oh yeah... touch me everywhere..." Lauren gasped between kisses, her nipples hardening as a fiery heat enveloped her body.