A/N: Someone on Tumblr asked how Jake went back to the table after what Liv did to him in the bathroom. And this smutty flash-fic was born. Enjoy!
"Fuck!" Jake muttered under his breath. Olivia figured out what he was up to. He'd known that she would eventually, he just didn't think it would be this soon. He would have to be a bit more careful now, but he wasn't too concerned. He'd planned for this. Besides, he been hoping that she would come after him about this business with her father. There was nothing quite as sexy as an angry Olivia Pope. He especially loved the way she'd take her anger out on him. But as much as he loved trying to one up the self proclaimed Gladiator, that wasn't his biggest concern at the moment. Not even close. His biggest issue was the throbbing erection that Liv had given him right before she walked out the door and left him panting like a fool in the women's bathroom of this pretentious, over priced restaurant that his fiance had dragged him to.
"Fuck!" He swore again. Vanessa. His fiance was sitting outside that door, and all he could think about was Liv and those incredible hands of hers. The minute he'd seen her leaning against that wall, all smug and victorious, he'd known that she had something on him. Just like when she gave him that look and walked into the bathroom he'd known what was going to happen if he'd followed her. When he followed her. It's not like he had a choice when it came to Olivia. He'd told her before, I go where you go. Right now it seemed like she wanted to go to some pretty dark places. His heart didn't like it, but his dick was thrilled.
Except right now he was in pain. Her hand had been so warm and soft. And she knew just how he liked to be touched. Her grip was firm and sure. And tight. He bit his lip and closed his eyes trying hard to get his lust for her under control. He ran his tongue over his lips. He could taste her. Her neck was long and slender, and when he'd licked her there, he'd felt her pulse jump. It made his dick hard then, and it made his dick even harder now.
And her voice. Her breath was hot against his skin when she'd whispered about how she rode him. He could see her now, naked above him, her breasts bouncing as she moved on top of him. The slow grind of her hips when she wanted to tease him, the hard slam of determination when she wanted to use him. The way she would look into his eyes when she came, always with this small smile of satisfaction. It was that smile that did him in, every single time. The only thing sexier than an angry Olivia Pope, was a happy Olivia Pope. And when she on top of him, taking him deep inside, naked, sweaty, and trembling; Olivia Pope was very, very happy. Jake groaned out loud and pulled his cock out of his pants. He locked the door and leaned his back against it. There was no way around it, he was going to have to take care of himself right there in the women's bathroom.
