Alright, first off thank you for all your feedback, I love hearing what you think of my story it means a lot. Secondly, many have been asking whether or not this is an actual Olicity story, and although it doesn't seem like it yet, it will be. Because honestly let's face it, Olicity is inevitable.

When I wake up the room is still drenched in darkness. I try and sit up but every muscle in my body protests. I flop back down on my back and groan. It's been a long time since I got screwed like that. Mr. Palmer was relentless. He wasn't making love, he was fucking.

I had needed that.

I look up at the ceiling. "Best. Sex. Ever."

"I second that." Mr. Palmer states in that sexy confident voice of his.

I laugh and blush, of course I had said that aloud and of course he'd be up.

"You're full of surprises." He says rolling over on his side and groaning slightly, at least I wasn't the only one extremely sore from last night. "You're lucky my closest neighbor is four miles away."

I roll over to face him. "And why's that?"

He smirks. "Because you're a screamer, Miss Smoak."

I laugh, "How else are you supposed to know you're doing your job right?"

"Trust me, I know."

"Cocky little bastard aren't you?"

"Little? You definitely weren't saying that last night" he whispers knowingly. "Are you even going to be able to walk today?" He purrs seductively.

Yeah… Probably not.

I roll my eyes at him, "Such a cocky bastard."

"I can guarantee you that you won't be able to walk." He promises and suddenly I'm on my back again and he's hovering over me and kissing from my neck to abdomen.

I moan and pull at his dark hair.

Yeah… won't be walking for a few days.

I hear my phone ringing loudly from other room and we both groan.

"It's been going off since six." He mumbles onto my skin.

I sit up fast and swing my legs over the side of the bed. "Wha-"

"Fuck. What time is it?"

"Almost eight, why?" He says scrunching his nose in confusion.

"Eight? Fuck. I have to go." I hop off the bed and wince at my wounded feet and sore muscles. Yeah walking isn't going to be easy.

"Where? We don't work on Saturdays." He asks eyeing my naked figure as I search for my clothes. "Just wear my shirt."

"Shit. Shit. I'm so late. And I can't wear these ludicrous four and a half inch heels because my feet got fucked up. And I probable look like shit." I look down at my naked self and notice all the hickies and the bruises on my hips in the shapes of fingers and hands. "And of course I have thousands of hickies. Great just great." I slip on his shirt from last night and thank God that it covers my ass because that's all I'm wearing when I walk out his door and drive home.

"You look like a fuckable secretary" He says getting up and walking towards me. I look him over and notice my claw marks on his back with a satisfied smile.

"I'm not a secretary. Shit. My glasses. Where are my glasses?"

I get on the floor and look under the bed.

"Right here." He says in a taunting tone.

I stand and snatch up my glasses and put them on. "Okay well thanks for last night…" I say with my clothes balled up in my arms.

He laughs and pulls on his boxers. "Can it happen again?" He sounds hopeful and uncertain.

I glance around the room and let out a sigh. "I hope so, Ray…" It's the first time I've said his name and it feels weird but much better than Mr. Palmer.

He grins that stupid sexy boyish grin of his, "Good."

And with that I'm gone.

I drive home in nothing but his large white dress shirt.

While I'm driving I notice a large bruise on my arm that is definitely from stopping that damn elevator. I glance at the clock in the car, 8:17.

Shit.

I sprint inside my house so my neighbors don't see me in only just a man's shirt that barely covers my ass while carrying my clothes. I struggle to unlock the door but when I do I let out a sigh of relief and walk in. I turn and scream, dropping my pile of clothes in the process.

"Jesus! What the hell are you two doing in my house?" I yell, face turning red from embarrassment as I become suddenly aware of how… naked I am… And how many hickies run down my inner thighs… and that this shirt really, really isn't helping my current situation.

Roy and Diggle frown looking from me to the pile of clothes on the floor. Roy's eyes may or may not linger a little longer than necessary on my exposed thighs.

I run a hand over my face and groan.

"Three, actually." I hear Oliver's smug tone come from my kitchen.

"Of course. Of course, you'd be here." I say in such an offensive tone Diggle and Roy exchange a look.

Oliver emerges from my kitchen with a scowl on his face.

I look at Diggle and Roy. "Can you two, like, not be here right now, is that an option?"

"Did you seriously let that Ray guy finger fuck you in a meeting?" Roy asked after a moment with a mix of disbelief and disappointment.

I look over at Oliver and growl.

Did he seriously tell them?

Why does he feel the need to involve himself in my personal life?

Oliver smirks faintly which makes my blood boil.

I turn back to Roy, "Do you really even have to ask, Roy? I mean honestly, where exactly do you think I just came from?"

Diggle's mouth fell open and he shook his head slowly.

Disappointing Diggle wasn't something I wanted to do. But Oliver was annoying the hell out of me. He doesn't want me, but he doesn't want anyone else to have me. That's just not working for me anymore, it had been different with Barry, he hadn't taking his jealous rage this far.

"Yeah, that's right, I fucked my boss. So if you guys are done with your little intervention I'd like to go take a shower." I walked past Roy and Diggle and stopped in front of Oliver, who didn't seem so smug anymore, but rather angry. "That's right Oliver, after you broke into his house we still fucked. So thanks for that delay where Ray had to pick glass out of my feet."

I walked back to my bed room and let out a frustrated groan when I got there.

I look at my naked self in the mirror and questioned why Roy even had to ask me. I looked like I got fucked sideways.

I had a perfect print of a blue and purple bite mark on my collar bone, not to mention the bruises that where full on hand prints on my hips.

But I considered those accomplishments.

Huh, yet another sentence I never thought I'd say.

I took a long hot shower that I thought would help my sore muscles but it seemed to do the opposite. I stepped out and wondered if I could just lay around and ice my sore body all day. I groaned and pulled on a tank top and boy shorts, obviously thinking the three men would be gone.

They weren't.

*Oliver's POV*

I never meant to hurt her last night. I normally wouldn't have been so clumsy. It's just my brain was fogged with anger. And jealousy.

I slipped through the window easily enough but knocked off that damn vase. All I could hear, all I could focus on were those loud moans coming from Felicity's mouth at the end of the hall.

God those sounds did things to me.

And her nearly exposed thighs that were littered with pink marks. I groan. God she looked sexy.

I snap my attention back to the present.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and glance at Diggle who looks let down, but won't say anything.

"Why are you guys still here?" Felicity groans rolling her eyes. As she walks past us towards the kitchen, I notice, Digg and Roy too, that there is a perfect imprint of a black and blue bite mark on her collar bone.

"He bit you?" I say half disgusted and half aroused, as I follow her into the kitchen. Okay, maybe one fourth disgusted and three fourths aroused.

She lets out an over exaggerated breath, turns and purses her lips. "At least he didn't try to force himself on me like you, asshole."

"You what?" Diggle snaps and within a second he was in the kitchen with Roy on his tail.

"Okay, I'm not the problem, she's the one sleeping with the enemy, not me." I say ignoring the question.

Felicity scoffs. "Do I really have to remind you that you screwed Isabel?"

It gets quiet for a moment and she turns with a satisfied smile and continues making coffee.

I want to strangle Felicity right now, but more than anything, I want to fuck her.

All of a sudden she's this little ball of confident bitchyness and I want more than anything to drag her by the ponytail and fuck her.

"Oliver did what?" Diggle's concerned voice broke the silence.

"Oh, Oliver didn't tell you?" She says in a condescending voice.

Fuck.

"Tell us what?" Roy asked glancing to me with a question written on his features.

Felicity glances to me with raised eyebrows. "Do you want to tell them about our little elevator ride, Oliver?"

"Felicity." I say in a pleading tone that makes John and Roy snap their eyes to me.

"No? Then should I?" She says.

"Felicity, no." I beg her with my eyes not to say anything.

"I just love how you left that part out." She said with a scoff. "Either you tell them or I will, simple as that."

"Felicity stop." I said quietly.

"Oh like you stopped the first time I had asked you to?" She asked defensively crossing her arms, I tried not to notice how that action pushed her breasts up higher and revealed more hickies.

Fucking Palmer.

"Oliver, what did you do?" John yelled as he grabbed my arm roughly.

I couldn't respond. I couldn't say those words out loud. I doubted she wanted to either or else she would have by now.

She let out a small breath and in a quiet voice she responded, her eyes locked with mine as she spoke. "It's not important."

"That's not an answer." Digg said sharply.

She groaned and pretty much summed up how that elevator ride went. "Oliver decided that I'm his toy and he's the only man he gets to use me." She said in a whisper filled with disgusted, "Just use your imagination and fill in the blanks, John."

I couldn't help but notice that if she had said that under a different circumstance she'd be apologizing with a tomato red face about her brain to mouth filter.

Digg's grip on my arm tightened, he looked murderously angry. "No. I want Oliver to fill me in on the blanks." Digg scowled

Oliver's POV continues and starts off the next chapter. Please leave your thoughts on this chapter.