"Oh come on Liv, just 2 minutes.."
Fitz stroked her breast and kissed her gently on the neck. They were in the oval again. Broad day light, curtains and door closed, both entangled with each other on the couch. Olivia was so horny and yearned for Fitzs' goods. No one did it quite like him and she was having such a stressful week. One kissed lead to 4, 4 kisses lead to tongue and eventually Olivia's urge for Fitz's package was too strong. She ripped off her blouse and bra and eagerly untucked his shirt and unzipped his pants. She was rushing because they had to be quick about this. Their relationship was so risky and scandalous but she was in love and she wanted nothing more then to marry this man. She knew it was a long haul before their relationship could go anywhere but she was willing to wait as long as he was. Soon she was fully naked and so was he. The couch wasn't big enough and honestly, not that comfortable either. They wrestled and fell to the floor. Fitz played with her legs and thigh. Olivia was already wet enough and this totally triggered it. He rubbed her clit and inserted 2 fingers. She moaned and whined. He thrusted his penis inside her and she was on cloud 9. She yearned for his touch every waking moment. They hurried up with quick sex and quickly put on their clothes before anyone walked in, specifically Cyrus or Mellie. She got up, put on her heels, fixed her hair, and walked towards the door.
"Thanks for the meeting, Miss Pope." Fitz answered as he escorted her out of the oval.
"Indeed it was sir." Olivia replied.