Olivia stepped out of her car and smoothed her dress down.

She was wearing a dark blue empire-style dress that cupped her breasts like a second skin and showed a generous amount of cleavage. She had paired it with strappy, high-heeled sandals. It was perhaps a bit too summery for early September. Although the days were still warm and sunny, it tended to cool off at night and she probably should have at least brought a thin sweater with her. It was too late now.

She was standing in front of Fitz's house and her stomach was a stew of nerves and desire. She was surprised when she pulled up to his house. She expected a large and pretentious house and instead, discovered a small cottage with a tiny front porch. She had to double check the address that Fitz had texted her, certain that she was at the wrong house. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the good clean smell of the ocean, and started up the cobblestone pathway. She climbed the steps of the porch and stood in front of the door. The front of the cottage was painted a warm cream color, but the door was painted a bright and cheery red.

Olivia raised her hand to knock and then hesitated. It wasn't too late. She could still get back in her car and drive home to her quiet, safe apartment. But, if she was honest with herself, she didn't really want to play it safe. There was something about Fitz. Something about the way he took control, the way he touched her and brought her so easily to earth-shattering orgasm, that had her craving him in a way she had never craved a man before. Everything about him turned her on, and she couldn't deny that she wanted to experience all that his hard body and sweet words promised.

Still, she was playing a dangerous game - one that could cost her job. Her common sense, which was left in the dust for the last few hours, suddenly roared back to life and she took a step backward. Before she could turn and run, the door opened, and Fitz was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts and she suddenly felt incredibly overdressed. His feet were bare, and she watched as he used one of them to push the large black cat that was weaving around his feet, back into the cottage.

"Olivia!" He gave her a grin of delight and ushered her into the house. As she stepped into the cool interior and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, Fitz looked her up and down. She wondered what he was thinking. Unlike her work attire that concealed and downplayed her body, her dress showcased her assets.

"Fitz? Why do you look like that?"

"I'm trying very hard not to just pick you up and carry you to my bedroom like a caveman," he said.

She blushed and slipped her shoes off, feeling nervous and uncertain about her decision to join him.

He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "You look beautiful, Olivia."

"Thank you." She hesitated. "I think I might be a bit overdressed."

He grinned at her. "Trust me, you could have shown up on my doorstep in nothing but a towel and I'd think you were overdressed."

He laughed when she blushed again and took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. She glanced around curiously. Although the cottage was obviously older, the kitchen was brand new. Stainless steel appliances, granite counter tops and sleek, grey cupboards gave it a modern look and feel.

"I like your place," she said.

"Thanks. It's small but since it's just me and Lenny, I figured we didn't need a big place." He walked to one of the cupboards and pulled out two wine glasses.

"Lenny?"

He pointed to the cat that was sitting a few feet away from her and staring unblinkingly at her.

"Ahh."

She crouched down and rubbed her fingers together. "Here kitty, kitty." Lenny stood and walked over. She rubbed the side of his face and smiled a little when he purred and butted his head against her knee.

"He's cute. Where did you get him?"

Fitz opened a bottle of wine, the muscles in his arms bulging as he pulled the cork from the bottle with a soft popping noise. He poured wine into the glasses.

"He showed up on my doorstep one day. He was skinny and dirty and covered in fleas. I fed him some tuna and the next thing I knew he was making his dirty, flea-covered self, comfortable on my couch. I took him to the vet, got him neutered and cleaned up and brought him back home. That was a couple of years ago."

"That was nice of you."

He shrugged. "I like animals."

She glanced behind her and into the living room. It had a small fireplace on the far wall with a flat-screen TV mounted above it. A bookshelf crammed with books, a brown leather couch and matching leather chair nearly filled the tiny room. She jumped a little when his warm voice murmured in her ear.

"Would you like a tour of the place? I can show you the den and the bedroom if you'd like."

She shivered at the mention of his bedroom and darted a quick look out the French doors that were off the kitchen.

"The sun is starting to set."

He followed her gaze. "So it is, and I did promise you a sunset."

He swept her hair over the front of her shoulder and dropped a warm kiss on the back of her neck. "A tour once it's dark then."

She shivered again as he picked up the wine glasses. He handed one to her and then put his hand in the small of her back and led her outside to the back deck. Just the feel of his hand on her back was sending tingles along her spine, and she took a deep breath and tried to calm her pounding heart. The smell of the ocean filled her nostrils and she stared delightedly in front of her. The deck faced the long, golden beach, and she watched as the waves crashed against the shore. The sun was low on the horizon and sending beams of light across the water where they flashed like fire.

"It's so beautiful."

"I knew you would like it."

He led her to the long futon that was crammed onto the small deck. She sat down, sipping at her wine and shifting nervously when he sat down next to her. His hip and shoulder brushed against hers, and he took his own sip of wine before putting his arm around her. He rubbed her shoulder and stared out at the ocean.

"I'm really glad you decided to come over tonight, Olivia."

She gave him a tentative smile and he slipped his hand under her hair and cupped her neck. He pulled her toward him and kissed her. His mouth was warm with the rich taste of wine, and she moaned softly and let him slide his tongue between her lips. They kissed hungrily for a few moments until he pulled back and smiled at her. Olivia didn't object when he took the glass of wine from her hand and set it down next to his on the small table that was beside the futon. He continued to kiss her, shifting closer and draping her legs over his lap. His fingers kneaded at the back of her neck, and he used his other hand to trace small circles on her collarbone. She threaded her fingers through his brown curly locks, cupping his head and pulling him closer as he cupped her breast. He rubbed her nipple through her dress and bra as he kissed his way down her neck.

He licked her soft skin and inhaled. "You always smell so good, Olivia," he whispered.

"You smell good too," she said.

She sat back and gave him another nervous smile before looking out over the deck at the setting sun.

"I'm jealous that you get to see this every night."

He handed her wine glass back to her. She took it with a small nod of thanks but when she tried to swing her legs off his lap he tightened his grip around her lower legs.

"I love living by the ocean." He took a sip of wine. "Being able to grab my board and walk thirty feet to the waves has always been a dream of mine."

"You surf?"

He nodded. "Does that surprise you?"

"A little," she admitted. "You don't look like the typical surfer."

"What does a typical surfer look like?" He teased.

"Not you."

She took another drink of wine and tried to suppress the shudder of need that went through her when he slipped his hand under her dress and stroked one thigh.

"I'm really glad you came over, Olivia," he repeated. "I wasn't sure if you would or not."

"I wasn't sure I would either. What we're doing is -"

She paused and he grinned at her. "A hell of a lot of fun?"

"Yes, but what I was thinking was inappropriate."

"Ahh yes, the inappropriateness of it all." He suddenly turned serious. "While I'll admit that what we did in my office this afternoon definitely falls outside the boundaries of appropriate office behavior, which I'm entirely blaming you for by the way, there isn't - "

"Me!" She stared at him in shock. "How was that my fault?"

"Let's see," he began to tick off the points on his fingers, "you came to work bra-less, you practically begged me to touch your pussy in the filing room - "

She started to protest but he ignored her.

"You obviously wanted to suck my cock in your office and if you hadn't so clearly enjoyed the spanking I gave you, I imagine I wouldn't have felt such a pressing need to fuck you right then and there."

She gaped at him, her cheeks felt like they were on fire, and he burst out laughing.

"I'm just teasing you, Ms. Pope. I would have fucked you even if your sweet pussy hadn't been dripping all over my desk once I was done spanking you."

"Oh my God," she groaned, and he rubbed her thigh again.

"The point I was trying to make is that I looked into the office policy about coworkers dating."

She looked at him in surprise as he continued.

"There were no defined rules about it. There should be but, I think because the company started out so small and has grown so quickly in the past few months, Darlene in HR hasn't gotten around to updating policies." He squeezed her thigh. "So, until she gets around to updating the policies on inter-office romance, we're in the clear. No one's getting fired."

She frowned. "We're not just coworkers, Fitz. You're my boss."

He shrugged. "Technically I'm not. You report to Andrew as your direct supervisor. I might run the company, but I wouldn't be allowed to fire you without Andrew's approval first."

He took her wine glass and deposited it on the table once more before tugging her toward him. "So, you see, sweet baby, there isn't any reason we can't continue to bring each other so much pleasure."

She hesitated and he stroked her bottom lip with his thumb.

"We fit together perfectly, Olivia. You know we do. I love the way you taste, the way you look, the way you fit so tightly around my cock. I love your submissiveness to me."

"I'm not submissive." She tried to sound firm, but it sounded like a lie, even to her.

"Open your mouth," he demanded.

His mouth hovered over hers and her lips parted before she even realized what she was doing. He kissed her before cupping the back of her head.

"Maybe you haven't been submissive with other men but I'm not like other men. You know that, and it's part of the reason why there's this attraction between us."

He shifted her even closer. "Always so calm and cool under pressure, and always keeping yourself under such tight control. It excites you to give up that control in the bedroom, doesn't it? You like the way it feels when I'm the one in control, don't you?"

"Yes." There was no point in denying it.

He kissed the line of her jaw. "There are so many pleasures I can show you, sweet baby. You're naturally submissive in bed and I'm naturally dominant. Let me introduce you to things you've only dreamed about."

Olivia frowned. "I – I'm not into pain, Fitz." She flushed a little. "Spanking is one thing but - "

"I'm not into pain either, Olivia. Nor would I ever do anything to you that you didn't want me to do. I promise you. I would never hurt you." He kissed her jaw once more. "Do you believe me?"

"Yes," she sighed.

"Good." He turned her head so she was staring out at the water once more and nuzzled her neck affectionately.

"Are you enjoying the sunset?" He whispered as he slid his hand further up her dress.

"Yes." She shifted her legs apart to give him better access to her warm core. His fingers found warm, wet skin where there should have been material and he looked at her in delight.

"Why, Ms. pope. No panties at all?"

"I didn't want a third pair stolen," she replied tartly, and his deep laugh warmed her thoroughly.

He suddenly shifted her and pressed her downward until she was lying on her back on the futon. He started to push her dress up and she tugged it back into place.

"Fitz, your neighbors," she protested. He kissed her bare knee, tracing tiny circles on it with his tongue.

"My neighbors to the right are on vacation and the house to the left is empty. There's no one here but you and me, sweet baby." He pushed her hands away. "Keep watching the sunset."

She turned her head obediently and stared at the stunning sight of the sun disappearing below the horizon. The water seemed to dance with light from the setting sun, and she stared mesmerized as Fitz pushed her dress up around her hips. She shivered at the cool air slipping between her thighs when Fitz pushed them apart. He kissed the inside of her thighs, trailing his tongue across the sensitive skin as she gasped and looked down at him.

"The sunset, Ms. Pope," he said. "You're going to miss it."

She groaned and dragged her eyes back to the ocean as Fitz kissed his way to the juncture of her thighs. At the first feel of his hot breath, she jerked against him, her hips rising up until his mouth brushed against her.

"Naughty girl," he whispered. He pressed her hips back into the soft mattress of the futon. "Stay still."

Olivia was staring at the sunset, but she had no idea what it looked like. Every nerve ending was sizzling and singing as Fitz used his fingers to part the wet lips of her pussy. He made a soft noise of approval at the sight of her swollen clit. When he dipped his head and licked it with his warm, flat tongue she was helpless to stop her hips from bucking against him.

"Oh, oh, oh…" she moaned.

Her hands, which were clenching the mattress of the futon, moved to grip his head and she shoved him deeper into her. He traced around her clit with the tip of his tongue before he moved his mouth to her wet opening and probed it with his tongue. She cried out loudly. The feel of his stubble against her created a tantalizing combination of pleasure and pain, and she rubbed herself against him as he replaced his tongue with two fingers. He licked her clit repeatedly as he thrust his fingers in and out of her before pressing them against the front inside wall of her pussy. That created a brand new sensation, one that had her nearly falling off the futon, and he pressed his left arm across her stomach. He held her down as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers.

Olivia could feel her orgasm building inside of her. His hot mouth and his probing fingers were working together to bring her to a frenzy of need, and she couldn't stop the loud whimpers and moans of pleasure from escaping her lips. She looked down at Fitz's head burrowed between her thighs at the exact moment he sucked on her clit. The erotic sight of his head between her legs and the pressure of his lips around her swollen, throbbing clit threw her into the abyss. She cried out, her thighs tightening around Fitz's head, as lightning bolts of pleasure ran through her pelvis and legs. Shaking and shuddering, she fell back against the futon, panting harshly as Fitz raised his head and slid up her body. He covered her body with his and kissed her on the mouth. She could taste herself on his lips and it sent a new pang of arousal through her.

"Should I give you that tour now?" He panted against her mouth.

She nodded and he stood and helped her stand up. Her legs were like jelly and he bent and scooped her up, carrying her into the house. She licked his neck before sucking on his earlobe. He groaned and strode down a small hallway before stopping in front of the first closed door on the left.

"This is the den" he muttered as she nipped at his neck.

"It looks nice," she replied without looking up.

His arms tightened around her when she slid her hand inside his shirt and ran her fingers through the hair on chest. He moved further down the hallway, his breath catching when Olivia scraped her fingernails across his nipple.

"Jesus," he groaned and jerked his head towards the next door. "Bathroom."

"Mhmm." She kissed his jaw, running her tongue across the stubble and enjoying the slight sting.

He walked to the door at the end of the hallway. "Bedroom."

She moved her hand, searching blindly for the doorknob. Her fingers brushed against it and she turned it as he pushed on the bottom of the door with his foot. He carried her into the room. His bedroom faced the ocean and the light from the dying sun filled the room with a warm, golden glow. It was a small room and completely dominated by the biggest bed Olivia had ever seen.

"Good God." She stared at the bed. "Three people could sleep stretched out on this bed and not touch once."

"Don't get any crazy ideas, I'm not sharing you." he replied.

She blushed and smacked him lightly on the back. "That isn't what I meant, you pervert."

He laughed and set her on her feet next to the bed. "You should perhaps work on your communication skills, Ms. Pope."

He reached for the hem of her dress and she lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head. He removed her bra and stared reverently at her breasts before cupping them in his large hands.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

He dipped his head and kissed each nipple before sucking on them. She arched her back and reached for his shirt. She unbuttoned it and pushed it off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor, and she reached for the button on his shorts. She unbuttoned them and slipped her hand inside of them, gasping in surprise at his own lack of underwear.

"I was afraid you might try and steal my underwear in retaliation," he said.

She had a quick image of stuffing his underwear into her purse and burst into giggles.

"You find my lack of underwear amusing?" He pinched her nipple.

She gasped and twisted her hand until she was gripping his hard cock. He gave his own gasp and let his head fall back as she began to stroke him.

"Not at all," she whispered.

She used her other hand to unzip his shorts and they fell to the floor. She looked down, desire unfurling in her belly at the sight of his cock. She ran her thumb over the tip of it, spreading the moisture across it as he gave another groan of pleasure. She turned him around and pushed him into a sitting position on his bed. She knelt between his legs and bent her head, taking the tip of his cock into her warm mouth. He inhaled sharply and his hands threaded into her hair. He gripped her head and urged her mouth lower. She slid her mouth down, taking as much of his large cock into her mouth as she could. She sucked his cock with long, slow strokes of her mouth as she gripped the base with her hand and twisted lightly.

"Oh my God, Olivia," he muttered as his hips began to move with the motion of her mouth. She pulled her mouth free and pressed against his hips.

"Stay still, Mr. Grant," she demanded.

She put his hands on the side of the bed, watching with some amusement as his fingers curled into the blanket. He shuddered under her as she took his cock into her mouth once more. For long moments there was nothing but the sound of his loud groans as she licked and sucked and stroked him.

"Olivia, stop!" Fitz gasped out. He tugged her to her feet as she blinked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he ground out. "You're going to make me come if you keep doing that." She grinned and started to bend over him again.

He growled and twisted his hand in her hair, pulling on it until she was staring up at him. "If I didn't know better, Ms. Pope, I'd think you were deliberately trying to provoke me into spanking you again."

A spasm of pleasure, so deep it nearly hurt, flooded through her pelvis and lower belly and she bit down on her lower lip.

He groaned at the look on her face. "Jesus Christ, Olivia. You have no idea what you do to me."

He kissed her hard, nearly shoving his tongue into her mouth. She returned his kiss, standing between his legs and pressing herself against him. His cock brushed against her wetness and they both gasped. He reached around her and grabbed her ass, pulling him against her and letting his cock press against her stomach. He broke the kiss and gently pushed her away. She watched as he scooted back on the bed until his back was resting against the headboard, and his long legs were stretched out in front of him, he held his hand out to her. "Come here."

She climbed onto the bed. She was a little embarrassed by how quickly Fitz had recognized her uncharacteristic desire to submit to him in bed, and she was determined to show him the other side of her. She was used to making men beg her to come, and she knew that riding Fitz would allow her to control the pace and have him pleading to come in minutes. She grinned as she straddled him, her thighs planted around his hips and her perky breasts nearly brushing his mouth.

"Something funny, Ms. Pope?" He raised one eyebrow at her as he settled his hands onto her hips.

"No."

She kissed him on the mouth, already hearing in her head the sound of his sexy voice begging and pleading with her. She rose up and pushed herself onto his hard cock, taking half of him into her. He cried out with pleasure as she waited for her slick core to stretch around him. She leaned forward and braced her hands on the headboard, pushing her breasts toward his mouth. He suckled hard on one nipple and she arched her back and let her head fall back. She slid up and down his cock, refusing to take more than half of his hardness into her and turning her hips in a spiraling motion as she rode him slowly. His fingers dug into her hips as she continued to move. She reached between them and rubbed her clit, her fingers pressing and circling in the way she liked best. She wanted to come again - needed to come again - and she moved her fingers faster. She tightened her muscles around his cock as she rose up until just the head of him was planted in her. She was so close, and the fiery need was growing in her pelvis. She was only vaguely aware of Fitz's hands leaving her hips. She cried out with surprise when his hard hands closed around her wrists and yanked her fingers away from her throbbing clit. Before she could stop him, he had pinned her arms behind her back with one strong hand. He used his other hand to cup the back of her neck and push her down until she was impaled fully on his hard shaft. She yanked at his hand and wiggled her body, trying to free herself as he watched her with some amusement.

"Fitz, let me go!" She pouted and twisted some more, trying to use her legs to push herself upward. It was useless.

Fitz was much stronger than she was and even as her mind rebelled, her pussy grew steadily wetter at being so completely and easily subdued.

"I want to come." She tried to keep the pleading note out of her voice and failed miserably.

"I know you do, sweet baby."

He dipped his head and kissed both of her breasts before licking the hollow between them. She moaned and arched her back when he took one taut nipple between his teeth and pulled on it, stretching it out before releasing it.

"But as much as I love watching you touch your pussy, I don't want you to come just yet."

"Let go of my hands." She gave him an imploring look. "I promise I won't touch myself."

He grinned. "I don't believe you. I bet the minute I let you go, your fingers will be touching your pussy and you'll be riding me hard enough to make me come."

He moved under her, thrusting his hips back and forth. She moaned as his hard cock rubbed against her soft walls. He moved his hand from her neck and around her back to take a wrist in each hand. He pulled on her arms until she was forced to arch her back and thrust harder into her. She cried out and rode him helplessly, her breasts bouncing and her pussy squeezing his cock as he drove into her repeatedly.

"Do you want to come, Olivia?" He growled.

"Yes, oh yes!" She cried out breathlessly.

"Not yet," he whispered and slowed his hard thrusts until he was barely moving within her.

She writhed on top of him, yanking at his hands and bouncing her hips against his. Her pussy was so wet she had drenched his cock and the tops of his thighs. She should have been embarrassed by it, but the wet sucking sounds her pussy made as his cock slid in and out of her only heightened her desire.

"Behave or I'll make you suck my cock again before I let you come," he suddenly whispered in her ear.

She bit her lip and forced herself to stay still. She was so close to coming. Her entire body throbbing with need. She kissed him hard on the mouth, darting her tongue into its warm recesses and brushing her breasts against his chest.

"Please, Fitz," she panted into his mouth.

"Please what?"

She could tell that Fitz's own control was slowly eroding. He gritted his teeth and groaned out loud when her muscles squeezed compulsively around his hard length.

"Please fuck me. Please make me come. Oh please, Fitz," she begged.

The sound of her soft voice and the whimpers of need coming from her full mouth pushed him over the edge. He tightened his grip on her wrists and fucked her hard and fast. She came almost immediately, her pussy squeezing his cock so firmly that he joined her in her climax. He shouted hoarsely and pumped in and out of her a few more times as she collapsed against him. He released her wrists and she slid from his body like a wet noodle. She curled up on her side as he lay down behind her. He pulled her soft ass up against his pelvis and put his arm around her waist, cupping her breast as she sighed.

"That was amazing," she murmured as she brushed her hair from her face.

"I hurt you," Fitz said.

"Hmm?"

"Your wrists." He took her left hand in his and rubbed his thumb across the red welts on her wrists.

"They don't hurt."

"I held you too tightly," he fretted.

"No, you didn't. I," she hesitated, "I liked it."

He kissed her bare shoulder. "I liked it too. Next time we'll use a scarf, just as effective and won't leave such red marks."

He brought her hand back and kissed her wrist. He rolled her onto her back and leaned over her, kissing the tip of her nose and brushing her hair away from her face.

"Will you stay the night with me, Olivia?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

"Good. Now tell me about the bet."

His sudden change of topic took her so off guard that she almost blurted out the details of the office bet to him.

"I don't know what the bet is," she lied.

He laughed. "You're a horrible liar, Ms. Pope." He kissed her slowly, his fingers kneading her breast. Despite her recent orgasm, her body responded to his touch.

"Tell me what this bet is that Alex and Maureen were talking about," he coaxed as his hand slipped down her belly and cupped her sex.

"No fair," she complained. "You're distracting me."

He slipped his index finger between the wet lips of her pussy and rubbed at her still-sensitive clit.

"Do you know I've never been with a woman who gets as wet as you do?"

She groaned in embarrassment. "Oh my God."

"That's not something to be embarrassed about. Believe me."

He pushed his pelvis against her hip causing her to feel his semi-hard cock against her soft flesh.

"Just thinking about how wet you get makes me so hard. In the last five months I've had more erections than I've ever had in my life. Not to mention a serious case of blue balls."

Before she could ask him what he meant by that, he moved his hand back to her waist and squeezed. "Tell me about the bet."

She had hoped he had forgotten about it but it was obvious he wasn't going to let it go.

"It's just a stupid office bet that Alex started."

"Go on," he prompted.

"The ladies in the office started a bet a few months ago about who could bed you first. There's even a prize for it – a weekend at the 'Heaven's Gate Spa'."

He didn't say anything, and she glanced up at him. "Are you angry?"

He laughed. "No. Just surprised."

She rolled her eyes. "That the women in the office want to sleep with you? Puh-lease. You know exactly how sexy you are, Mr. Grant."

He actually blushed a little and she grinned delightedly as he looked down at her. "You said there was a prize?"

She nodded. "Yeah, spa getaway."

"But this morning in the filing room Alex said she was determined to win the bet. I'm pretty sure you won that bet last Friday. I mean, I guess technically it wasn't a bed we were in but still..."

"I wasn't invited to join the bet, and even if I was, I wouldn't have told them anyway. My personal life is private," she said.

"Why weren't you invited to join the bet?"

"Well, because of the way I look and dress, also because you were always so cold and borderline rude to me. Also, I wasn't fawning over you like the rest of the women in our office. Alex and the others assumed you hated me. Hell, until that day in the elevator I thought you hated me."

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Olivia. I was distant and rude because I was trying to hide how much I wanted you. I've been attracted to you for months, since I first saw you at the office. I could barely stand next to you without getting a goddamn erection. I decided it would be better if I was rude."

She grinned a little. "You did a great job. There's a second bet going around the office on how long it'll take for you to fire me."

He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding a piece of it and rubbing it between his fingers. "I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "It didn't bother me. Well, maybe a little but only because I was fighting my own attraction to you."

"What did you mean when you said you weren't invited to join the bet because of the way you look and dress?"

She gave him a dry look. "Fitz, please. You're smart, gorgeous and have a body like a Greek God. Everyone assumed you liked the model type - Alex's type - and you'd never go for short, average looking, conservatively dressed Olivia."

He stared angrily at her. "That's ridiculous. You're sexy and beautiful, and unlike that vapid Alex, you can actually carry on an intelligent conversation. I'm very lucky to have you in my bed." He palmed her breast, squeezing it gently. "And you're far from average."

"You're preaching to the choir, baby." She grinned and poked him. "I'm like, ridiculously awesome in every way."

Fitz laughed as she ran her hand across his broad chest. He caught her hand in his and linked their fingers together before staring solemnly at her. "I do like you, Olivia. I'm hoping that this can become much more than just about us having sex. I promise to keep our work life and our personal life separate."

She arched her eyebrow at him. "So, you don't want to have sex with me anymore? You just want to talk about our feelings?"

"No!" He nearly shouted. "I definitely want to keep having sex with you. I just thought that maybe we could, I don't know, go to a movie or have dinner and get to know each other better."

"Why, are you asking me out on a date? Do you think that's appropriate?"

He flushed a little. "I know the work thing is an issue but like I said earlier, I'm not your direct supervisor and - "

She put her hand over his mouth. "Fitz, I'm teasing you. I'd love to go on a date with you."

He nipped at her fingers. "I had no idea you were such a tease, Ms. Pope."

"A girl has to have some secrets." She squeaked in alarm when he suddenly straddled her and began to kiss her neck with warm, wet kisses.

"I'm looking forward to learning all of your secrets," he whispered as his hands moved to cup and knead her breasts.

"I'll let you know one right now," she said breathlessly.

He licked the tip of her nipple until it tightened into a hard bud. "Go ahead."

"I'll be expecting you to put out after our first date." Her fingers pressed into his hard biceps as he laughed and lifted his head to kiss her full lips.

"Only if you buy me dinner first, Ms. Pope." He kissed her neck again and she shivered at the feel of his rough stubble.

"You have yourself a deal, Mr. Grant," she murmured as he covered her body with his.


Monday morning Olivia eased her sore body into her office chair. She had spent the entire weekend with Fitz, and muscles were hurting that she didn't even know she had. A plain white envelope with her name written on it was propped on her keyboard. She ripped it open, turning it upside down and shaking the contents out.

Her eyes widened at the gift certificate to the 'Heaven's Gate Spa'. There was a folded piece of paper with it and she unfolded it, scanning the words.

Ms. Pope,

Please accept my invitation to the Heaven's Gate Spa for a couple's massage this weekend. I thought it would be a fitting first date, considering you're the official winner of the office bet.

Fitz

Olivia burst into laughter as she tucked the gift certificate and note into her purse. Dating Fitzgerald Grant was going to be an adventure and a half.