"No, no, no," she muttered under her breath.

She thought briefly of pushing the 'close doors' button before sighing and holding the door instead. He slipped through the elevator doors and nodded his thanks. As the doors closed and the elevator hummed its way down to the parking garage, he glanced at her.

"You're working late this evening, Ms. Pope."

She smiled stiffly at him. He was the reason she was working late when she should have been out celebrating Abby's birthday with the rest of her friends. She sighed and brushed at a speck of lint on her skirt. It wasn't that she hated her new boss. She just really, really disliked him.

Fitzgerald Grant was by far the most arrogant, egotistical jackass she'd ever had to work for. It didn't matter that in the last six months he had taken their small, unassuming website and turned it into one of the most viewed websites of the year. Nor did it matter that he had secured so many new advertisers that everyone in the office had received a bonus and ten percent raise. She knew he was good at what he did - it's why he was hired in the first place. The problem was that she was a damn fine copy editor and she worked her ass off for the company, but for some mysterious reason Fitzgerald Grant loathed her. Today was particularly brutal.

She had stayed positive only by reminding herself that it was Friday, and she could forget the day with a few, well-timed tequila shots at Abby's birthday party. Of course, thanks to Mr. Grant, that plan was shot after lunch. She sighed again and glanced at her cell phone. It was only eight thirty. She could go home, change into something sexy and still meet the gang at the pub. She realized that her boss was standing a little closer and staring silently at her. She shot him a dirty look before returning her gaze to her cell phone. She was off the clock. There was no need to be friendly or polite with him.

"Ms. Pope, do you have a problem with me?" He asked suddenly.

"Why would you think that?" She asked.

"Because you - "

He stopped as the elevator came to a sudden, grinding halt. The lights went out, plunging them into darkness, and she was thrown against him. Her cell phone flew out of her hand and hit the elevator wall with a crunching noise that made her wince. She shrank against him, her heart thudding in her chest. With a low buzz, the emergency lights came on and bathed the elevator in a dim red light. She was still pressed against him with panicked intimacy. He was holding her with his large hands clamped around her full hips, and she flushed and shoved at his hard chest.

"Let go of me."

"Just wait a minute, I think - "

Olivia gasped as the elevator made another groaning lurch and dropped a few more feet. Her stomach dropped with it, and her fear made her clutch to his broad shoulders.

"What the hell?" She whispered.

He frowned. "The elevator seems to be broken."

She pushed again at his chest. "Let me go, please."

His gaze dropped to her mouth and lingered there. His stare, combined with the warmth of his hands on her hips, was making her skin tingle and she licked her lips nervously. His gaze darkened and his nostrils flared, and she stared mesmerized at the dark stubble that covered his lower face.

She was struck by the urge to kiss the dark shadow, to lick it with her tongue and feel it prickle against her lips. She was actually leaning forward when he gently pushed her away. She turned away, utterly mortified by her behavior, and wondered briefly if she could pry the doors open and climb down the elevator shaft to get away from him. Instead, she walked gingerly across the elevator to rescue her cell phone. He opened the control panel door and picked up the black telephone receiver that was attached to it. He held the receiver to his ear, waiting patiently. Olivia stared at her cell phone and muttered a curse. The screen was shattered but she pushed a few buttons, knowing it was pointless but trying anyway.

"Shit," she muttered.

He scowled at her and made a shushing gesture with his hand. "Yes, hello? This is Fitzgerald Grant from the twenty-seventh floor. It seems our elevator has broken down."

She shoved her phone into her purse and tried not to think about the fact that there was no way out. Already her chest was tightening and the air in the elevator seemed too warm. She wasn't exactly claustrophobic, but it was useless to deny that tight spaces made her uncomfortable. Olivia fanned herself with the top of her blouse before unbuttoning her suit jacket and removing it. She placed it neatly on the floor of the elevator as he hung up the phone.

"Are they sending someone to fix it?" She asked.

He shrugged out of his own suit jacket, and she ignored the way his white dress shirt clung to his powerful shoulders and accentuated his well defined chest. "Apparently the power is out to the entire block - some kind of power surge. Until they can get the power back on, we're stuck in here."

"Shit," she muttered for a second time. She looked up at the ceiling panels.

"Can't they send in, I don't know, firemen or someone to open up the ceiling and let us out that way?"

He gave her a wry look. "I doubt that two people stuck in an elevator is a top priority for them right now, Ms. Pope."

She flushed at his condescending tone and fanned herself with her shirt again. Sweat was starting to trickle between her breasts and she unbuttoned the top two buttons and stuck her head down her top, blowing lightly to try and cool herself.

Fitz watched as Olivia unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. He nearly groaned out loud when it revealed her smooth, caramel skin and a hint of cleavage. He'd had numerous fantasies about seeing her round, perky breasts. But in the six months since he joined the firm, she had never worn anything that didn't button nearly to her throat. She favoured tailored business suits that hid her breasts and downplayed the generous curve of her ass. He had realized how temptingly full and ripe her breasts were about a month after he started.

It was another late night and he was on his way home when he had glanced casually into her office as he walked by. She was standing in front of the window, her jacket and shoes lying forgotten on the floor and her hands in the small of her back. She was stretching, and he had gotten an immediate and embarrassing erection at the sight of her breasts straining enticingly at the fabric of her shirt. He had stared at her for a few moments, memorizing every line of her curvy body before hurrying down the hallway with his dick throbbing and his pulse pounding.

Since that night, he could barely be around her without wondering what it would be like to pull her jacket off, slip his hands under her silk blouse and cup those magnificent breasts. As she blew down her shirt again, he let his eyes drift over her face. She was an attractive woman. There was something about her cheekbones and the curve of her full lips that just about made his heart stop. Her dark hair was pulled into its usual twist, but by this late in the evening a few strands had escaped and were curling around her neck. He wondered how long her hair was. He wondered if it was as silky as it looked, and wondered how it would feel draped across his thighs as she used that generous mouth to –

He groaned to himself and dragged his gaze away from her, willing his erection to go down. He had never acted inappropriately with an employee before, and he was annoyed by his lack of self-control around her. She wasn't just beautiful, he thought. She had proved to be smart and efficient at her job and her direct supervisor, Cyrus Beene, couldn't say enough good things about her. Still, he fought his growing attraction to her by being cold and rude, and she had responded with her own chilliness.

Olivia cleared her throat and stared at him, her doe eyes wide with nervousness.

"How long do you think it will be?"

He shrugged and loosened his tie, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor next to his suit jacket before unbuttoning two buttons of his own shirt. "I don't know."

Olivia's eyes dropped to Fitz's chest. She could see a hint of brown, curly hair, and she moistened her suddenly-dry lips with her tongue. Sweat beaded up on her brow, and she wiped her palms against her skirt. Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive, she thought irritably. It would be much easier to ignore him if he wasn't the typical tall, dark and handsome type that regularly invaded her dreams. Not that there was any point to dreaming about him. Guys like Fitzgerald Granat didn't fall for girls like her. He would favour the tall, thin and blonde model types with their flawless tanned skin and perfect hair.

At 5'2" she didn't fit the bill for being tall and her thick, dark hair was impossible to tame, her mocha skin, and her hips too wide, would never be mistaken for a model's. She could and did attract plenty of male attention. She dressed for her body shape and she was proud of her curves. She had an active dating life. Or did, she amended. Since Fitz was hired six months ago, her sex life had died out dramatically. It was hard to get laid when you were spending most of your free time at the office. It was yet another reason to dislike him.

She sighed and leaned against the elevator wall. She seemed to be the only woman in the office who didn't like him. He could be, and was often, charming to the other women. And when he chose to use it, his crooked smile weakened the knees of every female employee in the building. Even Carol, the fifty-seven-year-old receptionist who had a grudge toward almost every man she came across, giggled like a school girl when he turned on the charm. She snorted to herself.

About two months ago, a bet was started among the ladies she worked with. The goal, of course, was to see who could bed their new boss first. They had even pooled their money to buy a prize - a weekend of pampering at 'Heaven's Gate Spa'. They hadn't bothered to invite her into the betting pool. His rude behavior toward her and her absolute refusal to wear anything that was even remotely suggestive had them convinced she wouldn't have a chance with their handsome new boss. She was both appalled and a little amused at their behavior.

Despite her dislike for him, her brain was quick to inform her that it was inclined to believe the prize was pointless. That, in fact, the prize itself would be getting to bed Fitzgerald Grant. To find out what it was like to have him between her legs, and to feel his hard cock sliding deep into her while she moaned and shuddered below him. She closed her eyes as a shiver of desire went down her body. Would he be rough or gentle? Would he ask permission or just take what he wanted? She bit at her lip. It was a stupid question - he would take what he wanted. He was a man who liked to be in control. She knew that much from working with him for the past six months. He radiated a combination of confidence and arrogance that she refused to admit turned her on. The men she slept with were always the same type. Shy, maybe even a little timid, they were drawn to her self-confidence like bees to honey and they were always willing to give up control in the bedroom.

She controlled the pace, the need, and always came when she wanted to, not when they wanted her to. Fitz wouldn't be like that, she thought hazily. He wouldn't let her take control, wouldn't allow her to decide when she came or how often. He would – she realized with horror that her nipples had tightened in her bra until they were hard pebbles. She groaned inwardly. She hated losing control. Only one man had ever made her lose control - her first boyfriend. He had taken advantage of her willingness to do whatever it took to keep him, before finally dumping her in a spectacularly public fashion. She had vowed to never let a man control her emotions or thoughts again. Until the moment Fitz joined their company, she had never wavered from that vow.

By the end of his first week she was hopelessly attracted to him despite her dislike for him. It didn't matter how often she told herself that he was the exact opposite of what she wanted. It didn't even seem to matter how rude he was to her, just looking at him made her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She ran a trembling hand over her forehead, wiping away the perspiration and trying to control her thoughts. What she was thinking about was incredibly inappropriate and besides, he hated her. Nothing would ever happen between them.

She fanned herself again and decided that it was not her inappropriate thoughts that were making the elevator feel so warm. Although her boss still looked crisp and unflappable, she could see a drop of sweat rolling slowly down his neck. She had a brief image of licking that trickle of moisture from his tanned skin and a slow throb started between her thighs. She realized he was watching her watch him, his face a mixture of amusement and something else she couldn't read, and she blushed furiously.

Olivia stared down at the floor, hoping her still-hard nipples weren't visible through her blouse. She had to get a hold of herself. He might be handsome and his deep baritone might send shivers down her spine, but she was determined to curb her attraction to him. He was an asshole, plain and simple. She folded her arms over her ample chest and glanced around the elevator.

"It's really warm in here. Do you think there's enough uh, oxygen?"

He smiled a little. "Why, Ms. Pope, I never took you for the claustrophobic type."

"I'm not," she argued. "I just don't like being stuck in small places."

"That, of course, being the very definition of a claustrophobic," he said.

"Shut up," she muttered testily. "Jesus, I hope it isn't much longer."

"Plans for the evening?" He raised one eyebrow at her.

"As a matter of fact, yes I do have plans - a birthday party for a good friend. Of course, it started over an hour ago. Unfortunately, I had to work late again."

She gave him another dirty look.

He stared calmly at her. "Be better at your job and you won't have to stay so late." She gaped at him.

"What did you say?"

He shrugged and leaned against the wall of the elevator. The late hour and the growing heat in the elevator had turned her neatly-pressed top and skirt into a wrinkled mess, and she could feel the moisture collecting on her body. In contrast, he looked as cool as a goddamn cucumber. Her irritation with him grew as he crossed his arms over his own chest, making his biceps bulge against his shirt.

"You heard me," he said.

She stalked towards him. "How dare you! I work harder than anyone else in this company!"

He didn't reply and her temper, already stretched and frayed, hit the breaking point. She poked him angrily in his hard chest.

"What exactly is your problem with me, Mr. Grant? Have I done something to offend you? Said something that somehow justifies your poor treatment of me?"

"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," he said.

"Bullshit!" She spat. "You've been an asshole to me almost from the moment you started working for this company. If you want to fire me, then go ahead and fire me. Or do you prefer to bully people into leaving?"

His eyes, a brilliant shade of blue that reminded her of the ocean, narrowed alarmingly and she took a small step back.

"It's not my problem if you can't handle a bit of constructive criticism, Ms. Pope."

"It's more than constructive criticism and you know it," she protested. When he remained silent, she shook her head.

"You know what? Forget it. There's no point in trying to reason with you."

She turned to storm back to the other side of the elevator. Her arm was grabbed, and she was twisted around and pushed back against the elevator wall. He pinned her body against the wall with his own and cupped the back of her neck.

"What are you doing?"

She shoved hard on his chest and then gasped in a mixture of alarm and excitement when he took her wrists and pinned her arms above her head. She pulled against his hand, feeling another trickle of excitement in her belly when he tightened his hand around her wrists and held her firmly in place. He looked down at her breasts for a long moment and when he finally glanced back up at her, she almost moaned out loud at the lust in his eyes.

"You have beautiful breasts, Ms. Pope," he murmured.

His voice, low and hoarse with desire, brought a shiver to her body. He let his lower body rest against hers and she inhaled sharply when she felt his erection against her hip.

"Complimenting me on my tits isn't going to make up for the fact that you insulted my work ability," she said.

An adorable grin crossed his face. "My apologies. I actually happen to think you're excellent at your job, Ms. Pope, and saying you aren't is a total dick move on my part."

"I – thank you?" she said in confusion.

He laughed. "You're welcome."

"Could you please step back, Mr. Grant?"

she tried to sound authoritative and was dismayed to hear her voice come out in a soft little whisper that practically dripped with need.

"Yes, if that's what you really want. Is it?" he asked.

Olivia didn't reply and he started to release her wrists as he stepped back.

"Wait," she said.

His hand tightened around her wrists again. He lowered his head and she opened her mouth in anticipation. Instead of kissing her, he bent his head lower and used his warm, wet tongue to lick away the drop of sweat that was sliding down the soft skin of her neck. It was unbelievably erotic, and she released her breath in a long, drawn out hiss. He nibbled on her jaw and she jerked against him.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what?" He whispered before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. This time it was impossible to stop the moan from escaping her lips.

"This," she moaned, "you hate me."

"I don't hate you," he murmured.

"I find you incredibly attractive and I'm dying to touch you. You don't like this?"

He kissed down her neck and chest, nuzzling his face into the crevice between her breasts and licking.

"I – we can't do this," she whimpered.

"But you seem to like it."

For the first time ever, he gave her a full and natural smile, and her damn pussy actually quivered in response.

"It's inappropriate."

"Then let's be inappropriate."

He stared down at her breasts again.

"Of course, I've been having inappropriate thoughts about you for a very long time, Ms. Pope."

Before she could wrap her mind around that statement, he dipped his head and sucked her lower lip into his mouth. He sucked firmly on it and groaned when her pelvis thrust against him in response. She licked at his upper lip and he pulled his mouth away. Her eyelids fluttered open and she frowned at him.

"Mr. Grant, we need - "

"Fitz," he whispered.

She hesitated and then said, "Fitz, we - "

Before she could finish, he dipped his head and taken her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. She gasped and he thrust his tongue past her parted lips and deep into her mouth. He explored it roughly, sliding and licking and claiming it as his own until she was weak and trembling. He released her hands and she immediately slid her hands around his broad shoulders, clinging to him as he continued to kiss her. He moved his hands to her hair and started pulling the pins out.

"Hey!"

She pulled her mouth free and tried to slap his hands away from her hair. Her hair tended to poof up, especially in the heat, and she wasn't interested in having him see her messy, unruly hair. He swung her around, pushing her chest against the elevator wall. He continued to pull the pins out of her hair, shoving them into his pocket. She squirmed and twisted. The metal bar that ran around the elevator wall was digging into her abdomen and she shoved her ass against him, trying to use her weight to gain some breathing room.

It had the wrong effect. As soon as he felt her soft bottom press up against his erection, he groaned in her ear and pinned her even more heavily against the wall. He ground his cock against her ass as he pulled the last of the hair pins free, and her hair tumbled halfway down her back in soft, damp waves. He gathered her hair into his fists and tugged on it before dropping his face into the silky strands and inhaling. He inhaled once more before gathering it into a loose ponytail in one fist and tugging her head back. He slipped his other arm around her waist and kissed the side of her neck.

"I like your hair, Ms. Pope."

"Thank you," she moaned as he licked the sensitive spot below her earlobe.

"I want you to wear it down at the office from now on," he demanded.

"No."

She would have shaken her head, but he was still holding her hair in a firm grip and she couldn't move it.

"Yes," he said.

"You can't tell me - "

Her protest turned into a groan of pleasure when he released her hair, slid both arms around her and cupped her breasts through her blouse. He looked down over her shoulder as he kneaded her breasts, rubbing her tight nipples with his thumbs. Her head fell back on his shoulder and she arched her back, pushing more of her breasts into his hands. He unbuttoned her shirt and yanked it down her arms. As soon as it was free and tossed to the floor, he pressed himself back against her.

Fitz felt almost frantic with need as he unbuttoned Olivia's shirt and pulled it off. He threw it on the floor and pressed his chest against her back. Olivia was always so cool to him, always so polite and distant with a sense of control to her that he admired. Now, watching her face flush with desire and feeling her ass grind against him, he was determined to break that control. He wanted to see her naked, wanted to hear her moaning his name as he made her come repeatedly.

She was wearing a white demi-bra. The tops of her breasts overflowed the short cups and he groaned at the sight of her luscious flesh. He had intended to tease her for a few moments, to touch her through her bra until she was begging him to take it off of her, but he couldn't wait. He released the clasp of her bra with a practiced flick and raked the straps down her arms.

"Fitz, wait!" She brought her arms up, keeping the cups of her bra on her breasts.

"There'll be cameras. What if someone's watching us?"

"Power failure, remember?"

He tugged her arms away from her breasts.

"No one's watching. And if they are, who cares? Who wouldn't want to watch a beautiful woman being fucked until she comes so hard, she screams?" She swallowed hard.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Fitz."

"Why not?" He was genuinely curious, and she tilted her head to look at him.

"Because you're my boss, remember? What if the other employees found out?"

"I won't tell them if you won't."

He dropped his mouth to hers again. His tongue pushed at her closed lips and, with a helpless moan, she opened them. He coaxed her tongue into his mouth and then sucked on it as he pulled her bra free. He added it to the growing pile of clothes on the elevator floor. He released her mouth and drew in a short, harsh breath.

"Oh my God."

Her breasts were more glorious than he could have ever imagined. They were round and full and despite their small size, deliciously perky. Her nipples were chocolate colored and hard as pearls. With slightly trembling hands, he cupped them and rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He pulled and tugged on them until she was gasping and pushing her ass mindlessly against his cock.

His cock was swelling in his pants and his balls tightening until he wasn't entirely sure he could stop from coming in his pants. He had fantasized for months about seeing Olivia naked and pleading for his touch, but actually seeing her like this was turning him on in ways he couldn't explain. He pinched her nipples to see her reaction and growled with satisfaction when it made her moan even louder and arch her back. Her nipples were practically begging for his mouth, and he whirled her around and bent down before sucking the left one into his mouth.

Olivia forgot to breathe when Fitz sucked her left nipple into his mouth. He flicked the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before suckling hard on it. She drew in a great, whooping breath of air and curled her fingers into his thick curly hair, urging his mouth to her right breast. He let her guide his mouth and sucked and nipped at her right nipple until she was gasping and crying out.

"Your breasts are incredible."

He kissed her on the mouth again and she reached for his shirt buttons, suddenly anxious to see his naked chest. His shirt was soaked with sweat and he helped her peel it off. She took another deep, shuddering breath. She knew he was in good shape. Even in his expensive suits it was easy to tell that he was a man who worked out, but she hadn't imagined the six-pack she was now seeing. Unlike the guys at her gym who waxed and shaved their chests smooth, his chest and abdomen were slightly tanned and covered in a layer of brown hair. She reached out and traced his abs with the tip of her finger, enjoying the sharp inhale he made at her touch. "How are you so tan?" She muttered.

He grinned at her. "Beach volleyball."

She let her fingers slide up his chest, circling her finger around one flat nipple and giving her own smile of satisfaction when he jerked against her. He pulled her forward until her breasts were brushing against his chest and reached around to squeeze her ample ass through her skirt. She wiggled her hand between their bodies and boldly slipped it into his pants. He tensed against her as she pushed her fingers under the waistband of his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his large cock.

"Fuck," he moaned as she moved her hand with long, firm strokes.

He threw his head back, his hands squeezing her ass so tightly she was positive she would have bruises on it in the morning. He grabbed the zipper at the back of her skirt and yanked it down. Before she could stop him, he was tugging her skirt down. It pooled around her ankles and he stared at her body. She was wearing a lacy white thong and, feeling shy, she pulled her hand free of his pants and reached for her skirt. He shook his head immediately and pinned her hands down at her sides.

"No, don't do that."

He drank in the sight of her mocha flesh, his eyes traveling over her breasts, the curve of her stomach and her toned bare legs. He kissed her again, their tongues tangling together as he shoved his leg between hers, forcing her thighs apart so that he could slip his hand between them.

He cupped her pussy, feeling her heat and wetness through the thin material of her panties. She immediately moaned and trembled. He pushed his hand into her panties, slid his fingers in and thrust two of them deep inside of her. She was slick and unbelievably tight. She tore her mouth from his, crying out when he slid his fingers in and out of her. Her knees were beginning to shake, and she could feel the pleasure building in the pit of her stomach. Her pelvis throbbed and ached with need and she arched her back as the release she was looking for drew closer.

"Oh please," she moaned when he abruptly stopped moving his fingers.

"Please what, Olivia?" He whispered in her ear.

She shuddered when he called her Olivia for the first time, liking the sound of her name on his tongue.

"Please what?" He repeated.

"Please, Fitz. Make me come," she begged.

She clung to him, her breasts flattening against his chest and her hard nipples poking into him. When he pushed at her leg with his, she spread her thighs wide and reached between them, grabbing at his hand and trying to make him move it against her. He refused and Olivia caught a glimpse of his look of satisfaction. She blushed furiously. His mouth and fingers had made her so hot, so ready to come, that she couldn't think straight. Just the touch of his rough fingers against her pussy was sending shockwaves of pleasure down her legs, and she was dangerously close to coming. It was happening exactly like she had feared it would. He was making her lose the control she was always so proud of, and she could feel the embarrassment creeping in past her fog of lust. She had never begged a man to make her come before. They begged her and that was the way it was supposed to be. She closed her eyes and began to count backwards from one hundred, forcing herself to come back from the brink. She didn't want to lose control, she told herself stubbornly. She hated losing control. Her body vehemently disagreed with her, but she ignored it fiercely. She tried to slip her hand into his pants again, she would have him begging to come if it was the last thing she did, but he shook his head and grabbed both her wrists in one strong hand. He pinned them above her head once more.

"Let me go." She yanked fruitlessly at his hard grip.

He grinned. "Really? A minute ago, you were begging me to make you come and now you want me to let you go?"

She flushed again. She was angry now and she had forgotten that he still had two fingers deep inside of her. "I've changed my mind," she lied tartly.

"That's too bad," he said. "I haven't even had the chance to touch your clit yet."

He parted the wet lips of her pussy with his thumb and found her hard and swollen clit. He pressed on it with the pad of his thumb, and she bit back the moan of pleasure that was trying to escape. He withdrew his fingers but continued to rub and circle her clit. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth again. He sucked gently, then firmly, then gently again as she moaned and arched her back and rocked her pelvis against his hand. The overwhelming need was back. It raged like a hot fire inside of her, and she was helpless to stop the small moans and whimpers from escaping her lips. Still holding her hands captive above her head, he moved his mouth to her ear. He traced the curve of it with his tongue before whispering,

"Do you still want to come, Olivia?"

"Yesssss," she moaned immediately. He stopped moving his thumb against her swollen clit.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please!" She gasped out. "Please, I want to come."

She moved her pelvis frantically against him. He chuckled with satisfaction, a low, warm sound that should have made her angry but instead sent another wave of pleasure through her lower body. Olivia couldn't breathe. She was standing on the edge, every nerve on fire and every muscle taut with expectation. She had lost control completely, was at the mercy of his touch, and she loved it. She knew in that moment that whatever he asked her to do she would do without hesitating. Even as her mind rebelled at the foreign thought, her body was basking in it.

He kissed her and moved his fingers against her clit. She came immediately, screaming her pleasure into his mouth as her body shook violently against his. She leaned against the wall of the elevator with her legs trembling. He was still cupping her pussy and he caressed her heated skin once more before slipping his fingers free. She watched as he put his index finger into his mouth and sucked it clean of her juices.

"You taste so sweet, Olivia," he whispered.

She was surprised to feel another bolt of heat run down her legs. His fingers gripped the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down her legs, kneeling at her feet and helping her to step out of them. She kicked her shoes off and frowned a little when, instead of dropping her panties on the floor with the rest of her clothes, he stuffed them into his pants pocket.

"I want those back."

"Of course." He reached for his belt buckle. "But first, I'm going to fuck you."

She swallowed hard as he undid his belt and the button on his pants, quickly he unzipped his pants but didn't bother taking off his pants and underwear. He simply pulled his cock free, glancing up at her sharp inhale.

Olivia was staring at his large cock with a hungry look on her face. For a moment, Fitz was tempted to push her to her knees and make her suck his cock. He ignored his urge. If she surrounded him with her wet, hot mouth, he'd lose control. He was already close to coming and he wanted to be inside of her when that happened. He wanted to know how tight her pussy was and feel her inner muscles grip his cock.

He pulled her into his arms again and kissed her hard on the mouth. His cock rubbed against the soft skin of her belly and he groaned, trying to keep himself from exploding all over her. He needed to fuck her, and he needed to do it right now.

"Against the wall or on the floor?" He muttered into her ear.

"I – what?" She stuttered as he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple.

"Do you want to be fucked against the wall or on the floor?" He asked impatiently.

"I don't - "

She was blushing hotly, and he made the decision for her.

"The floor then."

It was his preference anyway. He wanted to be on top of her for their first time. He wanted to have those caramel legs spread wide around him. He wanted to watch her writhe under him, moaning and coming as he fucked her. He pulled her down to the floor, pushing her onto her back and kneeling between her legs. He grabbed one thigh with his hand and hooked it around his waist. He pushed the head of his cock against her wet entrance and they both moaned.

"Fitz, please," she groaned breathlessly.

He thrust the head of his cock into her before groaning, "Oh my God, Olivia. You're so fucking tight."

"Please, oh please," she whimpered.

Her hands scrambled for purchase on the warm tile of the elevator floor as she arched her hips upward. He responded by sliding further into her. He stopped, waiting as she stretched around him, until with one final push he slid his entire throbbing cock into her warm wetness. He looked down at her. She was staring up at him, her mouth open and her eyes dark with lust as she tried to adjust to his size. He waited. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him to move and his cock was throbbing inside of her, but he waited.

Finally, his voice hoarse, he asked, "Ready?"

"Yes," she moaned and then gave a loud cry of pleasure when he immediately began to plunge in and out of her.

She bent her knees and planted her feet on the slick tile of the elevator floor as he propped himself above her on his hands. He thrust roughly in and out of her of her wet, hot pussy. She ran her fingers over his flat stomach, smiling when he groaned and jerked against her. She slid her hands around his waist and clung to him as he rocked above her.

"So thick," she moaned.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he demanded.

She obeyed, hooking her feet together in the small of his back. He groaned as the new position made her pussy tighten around his cock. She rose up to meet him, her hips slapping against his as he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard on it and she arched her back, her hands digging into the smooth, hard flesh of his back.

"Fitz, oh Fitz," she whimpered.

She was starting to lose the easy, natural rhythm they had fallen into as the pleasure grew within her. He looked down at her and sucked in his breath. Her dark hair was spread out underneath her, her brown skin flushed with shimmering with sweat, and her nipples hard and wet from his mouth and her pussy was soaking wet around his cock. She was moaning his name repeatedly, and just the sound of her soft voice saying his name was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His balls tightening, he thrust wildly into her. She gave another loud cry of delight before she stiffened underneath him and her nails dug painfully into his back.

He echoed her cry when he felt the muscles of her pussy tighten around his cock and a flood of wetness. He thrust twice more and then came, his hips slamming into hers and his entire body shaking hard as his orgasm roared through him. He collapsed against her soft body, burying his face in her neck and panting harshly. After a few moments, he lifted his upper body from hers and stared down at her for so long that she blushed.

"What?"

"Jesus, Olivia. You have no idea how - "

The lights suddenly flickered on, bathing them in brightness, and the elevator lurched before continuing its smooth descent.

"Shit!" He pushed himself away from her, grabbing her hand and hauling her to her feet.

Beside him, Olivia yanked up her skirt and zipped it. As he pulled his shirt on, cursing under his breath when it stuck to his sweaty skin, she struggled into her bra.

"What floor?" She muttered.

He glanced upward. "Tenth."

He looked down at the front of his pants. Their combined juices had soaked the front of them while he was fucking her, and he groaned silently at the large wet spot.

Trying not to panic, Olivia yanked her bra straps up. "God damn it!"

The straps were twisted and digging into her skin, but she ignored them and threw her shirt on. Her hands refused to work the buttons properly and she cursed again. She buttoned the top three and struggled into her suit jacket, hurriedly doing up the buttons on it and shoving her feet into her shoes. She snagged her purse from the floor as the elevator shuddered to a stop and made a quiet dinging noise. She glanced at Fitz. He had his suit jacket draped over his arm so that it covered the front of his pants, and she was irritated at how calm he looked.

"Give me my panties!" She hissed at him.

He winked at her. "Too late now, Olivia."

The doors opened and Olivia had time for a quick prayer that the parking garage would be empty before the two maintenance men appeared before them. They were large and burly men with grease-stained coveralls and hands.

"Sorry about that folks!" The one said cheerfully.

"No problem."

Fitz cleared his throat and put his hand on the small of Olivia's back, ushering her out of the elevator. The second maintenance man stared at her for so long that she could feel the blush heating her cheeks. She risked a glance downward, sighing with relief when her clothing appeared straight and nothing was hanging out. Fitz pushed her forward and she gave the men a tiny, embarrassed nod as they walked away. She passed a large SUV and stumbled to a stop when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the tinted rear-view window. She stared horrified at her reflection. Her lips were swollen from his hard mouth. But it was her thick, dark hair that revealed their activity in the elevator. It surrounded her face in a huge halo. It was the most spectacular 'just been fucked' hair she'd ever seen. Her hair and the combination of her face and mouth made her look like she had stumbled off a porno set.

"Excuse me, sir!" Fitz turned back as the first maintenance man entered the elevator and picked up something from the floor.

"Is this your wallet then?"

"Yes, thanks very much," Fitz replied as he stepped back into the elevator.

"Sorry again for the inconvenience."

The man dropped a wink at him and Fitz had the good grace to flush as Olivia thought about bolting to her car. The man could obviously smell the musky scent of their coupling and, if he couldn't, one look at her hair and he'd have to be an idiot not to know. When Fitz rejoined her, she gave him a brief nod.

"Good night, Mr. Grant."

"Olivia, wait."

"I have to go."

She hurried to her car, slid inside and drove out of the garage without looking at him.

Nodding once more to the maintenance men, Fitz walked to his own car. He slid behind the wheel before starting the car and turning the air conditioner on full blast. He let the cold air cool his sweaty skin as he stared blankly out the windshield. He had hoped to convince Olivia to come back to his place for a cool shower and a bite to eat before coaxing her into his bed, and he was disappointed that she ran off so quickly. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining how she would look lying naked in his king-size bed.

Just picturing her caramel flesh was giving him an erection again. He fished in his pocket and brought out the scrap of white cotton that was her underwear. He stared at them for a long moment before smiling and placing them back in his pocket. She couldn't avoid him forever. She'd have to ask for her panties back eventually.