Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, guys! He's such a heartthrob, isn't he? And, for those of you who thought it was a one-shot, well, surprise! :D Okay, onward.
She hums contentedly into the cream colored pillow while he adorns her shoulders with soft kisses. His hands journey up the curvature of her spine and down the side of her waist.
Better than any alarm clock.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he murmurs against her skin.
In haste, she returns the greeting and gets out of bed. He watches her while she gathers her clothes and begins to dress herself.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"Work," she replies with a sad smile.
"Oh." He brightens a little, which makes Olivia a little confused, "Next time you come back, I have big plans for you." His voice turns into a tone that's deep and seductive.
She can't, it'll be way too fantastic.
Olivia exhales deeply and turns back to him, "Jeffrey, I don't think-"
"Don't say it."
"I just…you're Elliot's close friend. I don't know how he'd feel if this happened, if we happened."
Jeffrey smiles softly, "Then Elliot doesn't have to know. This can be our secret." She looks at him for a few seconds and smiles weakly. "Come back to bed." He motions for her to come back over to him. With her clothes bundled up in her hands, she takes her previous spot on the silky sheets.
A few minutes late to work won't hurt.
She lets her clothes fall into a pile on the edge of the bed while she straddles him. His hands send sparks up her spine when he runs them up and down her bare back. She gazes down and studies him. What is it about this man that makes her so vulnerable, so inflamed, that she just wants to skip work and ravish him? He reaches behind her head, embeds his fingers in her hair, and kisses her gently.
She's the first to break the kiss.
"I can't. I'm sorry," she whispers and grabs her things. She knows he's watching her dress, she knows he's ready to try and convince her to stay but she has to leave before she does. She has to leave before she crawls back in bed with him.
He makes her lose all control of herself.
He makes her weak.
He makes her wet without having to be there.
And just like last time, she's going to leave, wanting more of him.
He knows he can't stop her. His body is begging him to get his ass out of that bed and keep her from leaving.
Instead, he watches her only throw on her shirt, jeans, and shoes, stuff everything else in her bag, and leave.
xxxxxxx
She was tired and she thought about how good it'd feel to sleep in her own bed when she got home from work. She thought about how much better it'd feel if she was in bed with Jeffrey, holding him, feeling him.
Fucking him.
Olivia pushes the thoughts to the back of her mind when Elliot tells her about a restaurant he discovered in Times Square. He asked her, despite his full knowledge of her fatigue, if she wanted to join him tonight while he explores this discovery. Despite her own full knowledge of her fatigue, she agrees.
She accompanies him to a dimly lit, comfortable, bar that is decorated with leather furniture and candles. Smooth jazz plays overhead while the customers engross themselves with their own indistinct conversations. The two are settled in a booth in the back corner of the lounge, with a seductive smelling candle separating them. Elliot sits across Olivia, discussing something about his children. Olivia, too tired to focus on what he's saying, tries to listen.
"Rough day or am I just boring you?" Elliot asks after catching her yawning for the fifth time in seven minutes.
"Neither, why?" Olivia responds. She looks at a wine list and then flags down their waiter.
He looks at her suspiciously while she orders a glass of Merlot.
"I'm fine, El," she insists when she catches his glance.
He looks at her for a few seconds and opens his mouth to say something. It only turns into a smile when he sees a much anticipated individual approach their table.
"Room for one more?" Questions the husky voice.
She freezes, her heartbeat increases and her eyes widen. Luckily for her, Elliot doesn't notice the obvious shock Olivia encounters when she hears a voice that was uttering her name while she gave him the most ultimate type of pleasure. That same voice that whispered everything she wanted to hear while he fucked her senseless.
The voice of her secret.
"Olivia, you remember Jeffrey, right?" Elliot asks.
Yes, she remembers him very well.
"Nice to see you again, Olivia," Jeffrey says as he slides in next to her.
"Yeah, you too."
Where the hell is that wine?
"Sorry, Liv. I should've told you that I invited Jeffrey. Last minute stuff, you know?"
Olivia nods in response, too busy inhaling Jeffrey's intoxicating aroma to say anything sensible.
"You don't mind, do you?" Elliot asks.
"No, not at all." Olivia forces a smile.
Elliot excuses himself and stands up. When she realizes she's now sitting alone with Jeffrey, a sensation of fury enters her. Olivia doesn't speak to him. She pretends like he's not there when, in reality, she wants to tell him everything she wants him to do to her.
She doesn't say anything, so he does.
"I have to see you again Olivia. Fuck what Elliot will think. I need you."
Olivia blinks and then looks over at him.
He pulls out a pen and the napkin that was underneath his empty water glass. He hurriedly scribbles down something and hands it to her. She studies the address he has given her. When she's finished, she looks at him.
She shouldn't. She really shouldn't.
Olivia folds the paper and tucks it away for later.
The lust grows in his eyes when he looks into hers.
"God, I just want to-" He stops when he notices Elliot close to the table.
Soon after Elliot sits down, a glass of blood red liquid is placed in front of her followed by a bottle of Guinness and a glass filled with Jack & Coke. She sits there and waits before she sips it, she doesn't want it to be obvious that she's desperate for this drink.
She takes the glass by the stem and brings it to her lips.
"I met someone last night," Jeffrey tells Elliot.
Slowly, his hand brushes against Olivia's knee. His fingers journey underneath the fabric of her dress. When she feels him caress her thigh, she chokes on her wine.
"Liv, you okay?" Elliot asks with his eyebrows corrugated.
"Yeah," she exhales and shifts a little, "It just…it went down the wrong way."
Although, his hand is going the right way.
Elliot nods and turns back to Jeffrey, "It's about time. Where were you?"
Between her clouded thoughts, her flood of arousal between her legs, and Jeffrey's hand, she clearly remembers telling Elliot the name of the bar she went to last night. A twinge of worry pierces through her and she hopes he won't give away the skeleton in the closet.
"Does that part even matter?" He replies through a half smile, "She was perfect."
His finger bends around the band of her panties. She moves a little to let him bring them down. He's successful until he gets back to her knees.
"Was? What happened?"
Olivia tries to be interested in the conversation, while at the same time, tries not to whimper when she feels Jeffrey's fingers between her thighs. Her heart is pounding and she can't think of anything else other than fucking this man right here on the table, in front of everyone.
"The next morning, she said she didn't want to see me. Why? I don't know. I don't think that'll be the end of her, though."
"Yeah? How so?"
"Just a feeling."
She spreads her legs, just a little. His fingers tease her while he calmly talks to Elliot.
How can he be like this? How can he be so relaxed while she's about to explode?
Her panties slide down to her ankle. He notices and pretends to have dropped something. She watches him take them in his hand and store them in is pocket.
He gives her a reason to go to his house after dinner.
His hand doesn't return back between her legs although the sensation still lingers. She's frantic when she looks over at him, wanting more of that bliss he gives her. He's finishing up his conversation with Elliot while he sips the last of his drink.
"I should be going. I'm expecting someone soon," Jeffrey says and stands.
"Another woman?" Elliot teases.
He laughs, "My secret."
They share another laugh and Jeffrey is out of her sight. She watches his back as he saunters out of the restaurant, knowing she wants to follow, knowing he left her good and wet before he took his leave.
He can't do this.
He can't leave her like this.
Pulsating.
Yearning.
Needing.
"Want me to take you home?" Elliot's question breaks her trance.
"Uh, no thanks," Olivia tries not to stumble on her words, "There's something I have to do before I go home."
"Alright, I'll drive you."
Irritation begins to bubble inside of her.
"No, Elliot. I'll take a cab, it's fine."
If she had complete control over her thoughts, she'd apologize for snapping at him.
If she had complete control, she wouldn't have snapped at him in the first place.
Elliot hides his shock, his disappointment, and his confusion.
"Alright," he says plainly, "I'll see you tomorrow then."
She runs her fingers through her hair as they stand. She exhales deeply - ready to follow the path Jeffrey left her.
"Thank you," she says, "For tonight. It was very nice."
"Yeah, no problem," Elliot says slowly. He's trying to figure her out; he's trying to find out what went on tonight that made her this frazzled.
Out of being polite, Olivia and Elliot leave together. As soon as they say goodbye, Olivia hails the first cab she sees.
He watches her get into the cab, still concerned about how she's acting – frustrated, irritated, rushed. He worries a little; he's tempted to follow her.
He can hear her telling him how she's a big girl, how she can take care of herself and she doesn't need a babysitter. A deep breath passes his lips as he gets into the car.
xxxxxxx
The cab pulls to a stop in front of the large brownstone. She pulls out the first large bill she sees and hands it to the cab, refusing to wait for the change. The arousal floods through her every time she thinks about him; about everything he's going to do to her.
Everything she's going to do to him.
It was a waste of time to even think, for a second, that she could walk out of his bedroom without a mark on her. That, this time, she would not experience this hunger for him like she did last time.
If there was ever a moment when she couldn't be any more mistaken, now is the time.
Her heels click against the stone steps as she approaches the wooden door with the golden knocker and a matching doorbell.
She rings the doorbell.
Before the chime can completely fade away, she hears him.
"It's open," he tells her.
She walks in and sees him sitting there with a book in his hand. He looks up at her and closes the novel. His eyes travel up and down her body as if she had gotten more alluring over the past twenty minutes.
She drops her purse and gives him a look.
He catches on.
"Come here." His pants are undone and his throbbing manhood is at full attention.
And she does.