Convincing her (Jen and Lucas)

Chapter 493: Is The Dining Table Okay? (Unedited)

Lucas had left the office earlier, as he had promised Jen, so when he got back home, the place was still silent. He walked to the bedroom and saw that Jen was half covered by the comforters. One of her legs was exposed as she ended up gathering and hugging the comforter while she was deep in her sleep.

Lucas could immediately tell that she wasn't wearing anything under his shirt. He shrugged off his suit jacket and threw it in the hamper before taking off his tie and stripping out of his shirt. Jen heard some rustling in the room and tried to open her sleepy eyes and saw that Lucas was taking off his clothes. She wanted to sleep for a bit longer so she closed her eyes again.

"Your back," she said sleepily as she turned her body and covered the view that Lucas had been enjoying earlier.

"Mmmh, sleep more, I'm going to take a shower," Lucas said as he removed his belt and walked into the bathroom.

He took a quick shower which refreshed him and wrapped a towel around his waist. He picked up a smaller towel so he could dry his hair before he stepped out of the bathroom.

He looked at Jen who was still sleeping under the covers and went to the closet to look for something to wear.

He put on a pair of sweatpants before he walked out of the closet and climbed on to the bed. He slipped under the warmed up comforter and pulled Jen into his arms.

Jen was woken up when he easily dragged her across the bed and into his arms. Since he just took a shower, his body felt cool for once which further woke Jen up. She mumbled something incoherently in complaint and Lucas's cool hand which had slipped under the shirt and caressing her back further woke her up.

"How come you are so cold today?" Jen asked as she blinked sleepily and unconsciously tried to avoid his hands.

"I took a cold shower, I was feeling tired earlier," Lucas said as he kissed her forehead.

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"Then you should also take a nap," Jen said as she surrendered and just buried her face in his chest.

"I wanted to, but I had to take a shower because of how you were barely covered," Lucas said in response. Jen didn't say anything in response as she was still sleepy.

"This was the first thing I saw when I walked into the bedroom yesterday," Lucas said as he squeezed her naked butt in his hand, efficiently waking her up.

"Stop messing around," Jen said and bit his pectoral muscle.

"Aren't you the one messing around?" Lucas asked with a laugh and lifted her chin so that he could kiss her lips. Jen closed her eyes as she lazily kissed him back. Lucas flipped her so she was laying on top of him, just so he could take advantage of the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under her shirt better. Jen whose cheeks started flushing from arousal pulled away from Lucas and slipped out of the bed before he could react.

"Where are you going?" Lucas asked as he watched her pull the shirt back down as she went to the closet.

"To get dressed, otherwise, we might as well forget all about cooking," Jen said as she disappeared into the closet. Lucas ran his hand through his hair as he laughed helplessly before collapsing back on the bed. He had completely forgotten that she had promised to make him dinner tonight.

They could just order food later, they did not need to really cook. But since Jen wasn't in bed anymore, the mood died after a few minutes. When she got out of the closet, she was still wearing a shirt but this time she was wearing her underwear.

Lucas could especially tell that she was because she was tying up her long hair into a messy bun when she was walking out of the closet. While she was doing so, the shirt rode up and he could faintly see the lace panties she was now wearing.

"I'm still sleepy, give me a minute," Jen said as she went to the bathroom. She came back out after another five minutes looking livelier than before. Lucas got out of bed and went to hug Jen from behind.

"How could you just slip out of bed like that?" Lucas asked as he made it difficult for her to move forward because of how strong he was compared to her. She could only take a step forward if he also took a step, otherwise she would be marching in place.

"I promised you dinner," Jen said as she succumbed to her situation.

"You promised me other things too, did you forget?" Lucas asked her, his warm breath tickling her ear as the two slowly made their way to the kitchen.

"Mmmh, I remember," Jen responded as she involuntarily shivered.

"And?" Lucas asked as he stopped and turned her around so she would look at him.

"I'll do it, later. For now, let's have dinner first, you need to have the energy to keep up," Jen said and walked away.

"Keep up? Have I ever had a problem keeping up?" Lucas asked as he followed behind her.

"I never said you've had a problem keeping up," Jen mumbled as she opened the fridge to see what she can make for dinner.

"Then you need to eat a lot tonight, because you might not be able to keep up," Lucas said as he leaned over the kitchen counter to look at her. Jen's cheeks flushed and she took out whatever from the refrigerator.

"Help me wash these," she said as she dumped a bunch of vegetables on the counter in front of Lucas. Lucas smiled and went around the counter into the kitchen to complete his task. In a few minutes, Jen had already forgotten about her embarrassment and got serious with her cooking.

Lucas tried not to get in her way as he helped her out whenever she asked. He also got to taste everything she made, whatever hunger he was feeling before reduced with the progression of their cooking. When all that was left was to wait for the food in the over to fully cook, Lucas who had finished washing the dishes trapped Jen between himself and the kitchen counter.

"Now that I think about it, I don't think we've ever done it in the kitchen," Lucas said as he pushed a few strands of hair away from her face.

"Why would we use the kitchen? It's where we make food," Jen said with furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't remember you putting up much of a resistance when we used the dining table, and that's where we eat," Lucas reminded and Jen pursed her lips together. She felt like if she kept talking she would be putting herself in a bigger fix.

"In fact, you seemed to be enjoying yourself immensely," Lucas continued and smiled when he saw that she became even more unwilling to say anything in response.

"So is the dining table okay? We haven't done it on this one yet," Lucas said and chuckled when her eyes widened.

"Stop messing around," Jen said with flushed cheeks. How did their conversation even stir in this direction?