A Certain Romance

Chapter 6 - Reckless Serenade

"Let go for me, come for me Livvy, come on my tongue. Come for me you dirty girl." Fitz moaned against her clit as he continued to pleasure her wet folds with his skilled tongue.

"Fu-u-uckkk" Olivia screamed out ignoring Quinn's voice on the answering machine as her orgasm took hold of her, it had never been this strong; never this intense and he wasn't even inside her yet. He sucked slowly on her clit as she withered against his face, riding her orgasm out.

"So sweet, so fucking sweet Livvy." she heard him cry out.

"Fitzzzzzz!" she screamed as she came violently in his mouth.

She tried to regain her breath as her orgasm ended; he was kissing lazy kisses against the inside of her right thigh whilst licking the inside of her thigh every couple of seconds.

"Shit, get up Fitz shit." She hissed pushing Fitz's face away from the inside of her legs.

"Livvy calm down." He tried to soothe her by bringing her into his arms.

"Get off me." she hissed as panic and fear started to spread throughout her body.

Fitz sighed and lifted his head to look into her wide frantic eyes and gave her a slight smirk "You tasted so good, so sweet. Do you want to taste yourself baby?" he asked moving his lips inches closer to her.

She looked at him as if she was in a daze. Completely forgetting why she had pushed him away; completely forgetting that her husband was currently waiting for her. She grabbed his neck with her hands, threading her fingers through his beautiful curls as she slammed her mouth into his.

"Mmm." He moaned in to her mouth as his tongue met hers. His hands clutched her face.

"Ughhh" she moaned out as well. She could taste herself on his tongue it was making her wet, so fucking wet; she could feel her slippery juices spilling out against the inside of her thighs. She wanted him in the worst way; needed him in the worst way.

"GET OFF" she hissed breaking the kiss as she pushed her hands against his chest as her senses started to come back to her. He stood up staring at her in confusion.

"MY HUSBAND IS OUT THERE WAITING FOR ME, AND I JUST CAME IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH." She screeched covering her face in her hands in shame as she sat naked on the leather sofa.

"Calm down, baby." Fitz whispered sitting down next to her on the sofa and tried to put his arm around her.

"I AM A WHORE, YOU HAVE MADE ME A WHORE." She yelled lifting her head to look at him as tears rolled down her cheek.

He looked at her as if someone had just punched him in his gut "DON'T YOU EVER CALL YOURSELF THAT AGAIN. DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT ME AGAIN" He hissed at her, she looked at him. His blue eyes were now a dark blue as anger took hold of his emotions. Olivia shot up from the sofa and quickly slipped her skirt back on. She couldn't wear her panties seeing as he had destroyed them.

"Zip me up." She hissed turning her back to him. She could feel him stand up behind, his strong hands gripped her hips possessively as he zipped her zipper up on her tight black skirt.

He quickly placed a chaste kiss against her back, she shivered against his touch. "Beautiful." He whispered against her beautiful skin.

"Fitz please don't." she begged letting out a strangled sigh.

She quickly strutted over to the desk still bare from the waist up as she dialed Quinn Perkin's extension. "Hi Quinn, tell Edison I'm in a meeting and I'll be out soon."

"Ok will do Liv, I did tell him that you were in a meeting with a client so wouldn't want to be disturbed." Quinn explained chirpily down the phone.

"Ok thanks Quinn." Olivia thanked before slamming the phone down. Her heart was hammering against her chest, here she was half naked having just cheated on her husband with the ex-love of her life, whilst said husband was waiting in the next room for her. She started frantically looking round the room for her bra, "Looking for this?" Fitz asked holding her bra by one of the straps with his right index finger, as he waved it in front of her.

"Thanks." She snapped grabbing it off of him as she quickly put it on. She could feel his gaze watching her.

She looked at him and he smirked naughtily. "I preferred you without it on." Her hands felt clammy, she was still so wet, still so turned on by him; still needed him inside of her.

"Fuck you." She hissed trying not to break out into a smile.

"That's what I was trying to do to you baby." He murmured huskily wiggling his light brown eyebrows at her and he took a step closer to her. She laughed and shook her head at him.

"Stop it." She warned. He laughed back at her and winked.

"Shit, you wrecked my blouse Fitz. What the fuck am I going to wear?" she looked at him with wide panicked eyes.

He looked at her whilst thinking to himself silently; his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. "Do you have any spare clothes here?" he asked.

"What does my office look like a fucking mall?" she groaned in frustration.

"Here wear this." He ordered quickly stripping off his green Ralph Lauren v-neck and then handed to her the white plain t-shirt he had on underneath. She sucked a breath in as she took in the sight before her; he was naked from the waist up and he looked truly delicious. She could see the outline of his six-pack abs and the graying brown hair that covered his chest. How the hell is he 50? She thought to herself. He looked so fucking sexy and it was making her want to climb him like a tree.

"I know I'm sexy Livvy, but please stop looking at me as if you are about to eat me." He teased laughing at her. She shook her head at him and giggled. She grabbed the t-shirt from him and pulled it over her head. He put his sweater back on.

"It's too big she moaned." Looking at him as she started to panic again.

"Tuck it into you skirt and put your suit jacket on, if he asks just say you spilled something and you borrowed the t-shirt from a guy in the office who had a spare." He suggested whilst trying not to laugh at the sight of her being drowned in his white t-shirt.

"Thanks." She smiled at him appreciatively. He stepped into her personal space and stoked her cheek softly with his left hand.

He was boring his beautiful blue eyes into hers. "When can I see you again?"

She lent into his touch "We can't do this again Fitz." She whispered staring at him sadly.

He looked at her and shook his head in amusement "You think I'm giving you up after that? Having my tongue inside of you was just the beginning Livvy." He rasped out huskily before walking towards her office door.

"Coming?" He asked turning back to her. She was stood looking at him incredulously. He was so arrogant, so cocky and she found it so fucking sexy. She wanted him so bad, needed him so bad and it was so wrong; wrong on so many levels. So why didn't it feel wrong?

"Fitz Grant? What are you doing here?" Edison's loud voice boomed from where he was sat on his chair as they both walked into the waiting area, his eyes quickly darted between his wife and Fitz.

"I had a Public Relations issue and I know Liv is the best in DC. I was nearby and wanted to pick her brain." Fitz replied smoothly as he smiled at her husband. Olivia felt sick; sick with guilt, sick with fear and sick with worry. She could barely look at her husband knowing what she had just done with the man who was talking to him; what his tongue had done to her.

"You're right about that Fitz. My wife is the best." Edison beamed putting his arm around Olivia proudly and he kissed her cheek. Her heart was hammering in her chest; she lifted her eyes to look at Fitz who was stood in front of them. He was smiling, but she could see jealously and hurt peaking through.

"What the hell are you wearing? Is that a man's t-shirt?" Edison questioned staring at her accusingly. She looked up at her husband, not daring to look at Fitz in case Edison figured out what had been happening between the pair.

"I spilled some coffee on myself earlier, so I had to borrow a t-shirt from Harrison he had a spare because he was going to the gym later.' She lied; it shocked her how easy that was to do; too easy to do.

"What are you doing here?" she asked trying to change the conversation and end his questioning.

"Right I'm off. I'll see you soon Edison." Fitz announced before Edison could reply to Olivia. He shook Edison's hand.

"Thank you for your time Liv. I truly enjoyed hearing what you had to say." Fitz said pulling Liv into a hug goodbye "I really enjoyed hearing you moan my name" he whispered discreetly in her ear, she could feel herself getting flustered; he can't say stuff like that when her husband is two feet away from her.

"See you soon Fitz." Edison said waving goodbye to Fitz before turning to pick up his coat off of the chair he had been previously waiting in. Fitz walked out of the door, he turned his head slightly before exiting the door and locked eyes with her, he smirked at her and winked before exiting. She gasped; he was unbelievable.

"What's the matter?" Edison asked turning to face her as he put his coat on.

"Nothing." She murmured smiling at him.

It was 12:40am and she was lead in bed looking into the darkness whilst Edison was sleeping peacefully next to her. She couldn't sleep; she kept replaying the afternoon over and over again in her head. She felt guilty, but worse of all she was so fucking horny; horny for him; Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. She had been wet ever since that afternoon; wet because of him; wet for him. She heard a buzzing coming from her bedside table; she reached over and picked up her iphone. She had a text from III; him. She had renamed his contact details to III earlier that morning. She unlocked the message and it read:

III: I can still taste you on my tongue.

She clenched her thighs together after reading his text. He was truly shameless. She hid the phone under the covers not wanting the light to wake up her husband. She waited four minutes before replying due to her hands shaking.

OD: We didn't talk earlier; you said you wanted to talk. You said there would be no funny business.

III: I had a much better time not talking.

OD: Fitzz….. stop it.

III: I wish I could.

OD: Fitz

She was getting agitated with him; only slightly.

III: How about we meet tomorrow? Meet at a restaurant or a café? What ever makes you comfortable Livvy.

She contemplated his suggestion; she knew it was wrong; knew she shouldn't go and meet him again. Nothing good would come from it; but she couldn't say no to him.

OD: I'll text you in the morning with a time and a place to meet.

III: What ever you want Livvy.

OD: Thank you

III: I wasn't lying when I said I can still taste you. It's been driving me insane.

She moaned as she read his text, without second guessing herself she replied.

OD: I'm so wet for you Fitzy.

III: Mmmm.. you naughty girl ;)

OD: Soaking wet. I've been soaking wet all day because of you.

III: I'm so hard for you Livvy. Have a look.

She bit her lip to stop her moan from slipping out of her mouth as she saw a picture of him lead on his bed naked, smirking at her; his hand wrapped around his erect beautiful penis.

Her left hand reached down under the covers to touch her clit as she stared at the picture. This was so wrong; so disgusting; her husband was sleeping next to her and yet here she was pleasuring herself over a naked picture another man had sent her.

III: Are you playing with yourself Livvy?

She moaned quietly, her finger picking up-tempo.

OD: Yes

She moaned again in pleasure; he was killing her. She needed him so bad.

"Liv? You okay?" she heard a sleepy concerned voice say from beside her; her husband was awake.