A/N: Hi all! Like I said in Chapter 6, this is a pretty smutty chapter, so skim or skip it if you aren't interested in that. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Felicity waits until Danny tells the girls to go to their men before she walks over to Oliver, flashing him a seductive smile as she is expected to. She hides her curious anxiety for later.

"Come with me," she purrs as she takes his hand, strutting away to a separate room before turning on him, "What the hell are you doing here?" she hisses quietly.

"I just came for the entertainment," he retorts and she smacks his chest.

"Don't you dare lie to me right now. You even knowing about this is bad, so why are you just extending my living hell?" she snaps, and for once the cocky Oliver Queen falters.

"Honestly?"

"I'll have it no other way,"

"I was worried…you were so dazed today, and I know how these men can be…I thought you would have a better evening if you didn't have to spend it with one of them," he says and Felicity blushes, trying desperately to ignore the memory of her on her knees between Tommy's legs. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath to calm herself.

"But you've already slept with me, and I don't want to make our professional relationship any worse by—"

"You can do no such thing, Felicity. I will treat you just the same as I always do," he replies and she looks up at him with a mixture of relief and confusion. How can one man be so kind to her when all the others treat her as just a piece of ass? When his own friend treated her like a piece of ass? She never would have thought the infamous womanizer, Oliver Queen, could be so considerate.

"Fine," she finally says, leading him to the bed before straddling his lap.

"What are you doing, Fel—"

"My job," she interrupts, "There are cameras in this room. If we don't bang then I'll be fired. Or killed…whichever suits Danny's mood," Oliver wraps his large calloused hands around her waist, and instantly Felicity feels warmer…safer. There is no rowdy lust in his touch, nor perversion in his gaze; he just holds her waist, stroking the soft flesh to make it look like they are doing much more.

"I honestly don't mind if we pretend," Oliver mumbles, surprising himself. In any other case, with any other woman, Oliver would happily surrender to a night of passion. It is different with Felicity though. He wants to protect her from the perversion of this club more than he wants to sleep with her…for now. She readjusts her hips with amusement in her eyes and Oliver holds in a groan as desire washes over him.

"I'm honestly game if you are," she says, leaning closer to his face so the video feed looks as if they are kissing, "You do know we have to get pretty close,"

"I'm game if you are," he repeats, running his hands higher up her back, interested in the goose bumps on her skin, "You sure you're okay with me touching you?"

"Yeah," she replies, "Yeah it's totally fine," In truth, her insides are lighting up like firecrackers, pooling desire low in her belly as she continues to fake a make out session with Oliver Queen, "Maybe we can talk about something to make this less awkward?" she mumbles and he laughs.

"Sure…favorite color?"

"Pink I think. You?"

"Definitely green. I'm shifting the position," Oliver whispers, lifting Felicity by the waist as he stands.

"Why…why green?" she asks as he lays her on her back and positions himself over her, his arms on either side of her head, and his hips splayed between her legs. She knows from experience that he was exceptionally skilled at this position among many other positions.

"Green is peaceful I guess," Oliver mumbles though the real reason he likes that color is that it is the color of the lingerie pressed to her skin at the moment. The other day, he would have said blue. She shifts and he is instantly brought back to reality. He cannot let himself get lost in the red locks fanning out beneath them or the emerald silk bra cupping her breasts as his hands once did. No, he promised this would be a fake night so she won't get in trouble with the sleazy manager.

"So why do you like pink?" Oliver questions.

"Huh?" Felicity looks up at him and he grins, his eyes twinkling with flirty seduction as he recognizes the lust flushing on her face.

"Getting distracted, girlie?"

"No. I'm fine. Just…um…yeah totally distracted. Can you not put your hips so close to mine?"

"You want them to know we are faking?"

"Well no…although your clothes do pose a problem," Felicity mumbles and Oliver's face knits up in confusion.

"My clothes? How?"

"Oliver, look at me. When I do these date nights, most men are naked," she responds before blushing brightly as Oliver's eyes scan slowly over her body with a smirk on his lips, "Okay, don't look at me like that," Oliver chuckles lightly.

"Well what do you suggest? I'm pretty sure you don't want me propped over you naked," Oliver retorts and her cheeks light to a deep rosy hue.

"No…no. No, that would be a very bad idea, but we really don't want Danny to know,"

"We could just be making out right now. He won't know the difference," he suggests, and Felicity shrugs, her breasts pushing up against her bra. Her body is highly distracting, but Oliver is doing his best not to succumb to his desires.

"I have an idea. Get off me," Felicity mumbles. Oliver stands and she slowly runs her fingers up his torso to the top button of his shirt. One by one, she opens it, exposing smooth muscular flesh, "Now sit next to me," Oliver does as he is told, and Felicity stands, her cheeks glowing brighter as she kneels in front of him.

"Oh man, why—"

"If we were making out, this…position would be the next one a drunk guy would want me in," she says, not wanting to admit that the drunk guy she is referring to is Tommy.

"Yeah, but—"

"Sh, Oliver, don't talk too much. It'll look suspicious. Just put your hands in my hair or something," Felicity demands as the two of them assume the blowjob position. Oliver loops his fingers in her hair before leaning back to stare over her pink blushing cheeks, rouged lips, and red wig, remembering two nights ago when the two of them shared many passionate moments. He looks away, not wanting to think about that night with her so close to his lap. If she sees a boner, this could get awkward.

"Call me Meg, okay? He can't see you mouth my real name. Got it?"

"Yeah, Meg. It'll be fine though,"

"I know…these date nights just really suck for me," Felicity mumbles and Oliver bites back a groan as his imagination goes haywire.

"Maybe we shouldn't talk about you and sucking when you're this close to my dick, okay?" Oliver counters and Felicity's blush brightens to a fiery red. She glances up at him with eyes flashing with desire and embarrassment, "Hey, Meg, it's gonna be okay,"

"Oh I know…this was way easier before I found out you're one of my bosses. Then you figured this out and now I'm really screwed," This time her eyes widen as images of him thrusting into her crosses her mind, "Really bad wording,"

"Yeah we need to watch what you say," Oliver whispers through clenched teeth so the video feed can't understand him.

"I'm sorry Oliver…does your mother know about all of this?" Felicity asks and Oliver shakes his head no, "Okay good. That is the last thing I need right now," Oliver leans over and lifts her face, looking as if the two of them are kissing and not talking.

"Trust me, I am highly aware of the consequences if my mother finds out about your nightlife," Oliver replies, his lips inches away and begging to connect with hers. But a promise is a promise, and this is to remain fake.

"My legs are cramping…we need a new position," Felicity whispers and Oliver smiles lightly.

"Any ideas, or should I choose?"

"Go right ahead," she mumbles and instantly she is off her feet, once again in Oliver's arms as he carries her to the wall, both of their faces obscured by the others. Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms around his neck, and his arms around her hips, "Well this is cozy,"

"It does give us the privacy to chat," Oliver says, though he knows he picked this position of wall-banging sex just to feel her body pressed against him. Felicity doesn't mind the contact and runs her fingers over his muscular abs as desire races under her skin. He is making it hard for her not to just give in and have sex with him. Something in her makes her think that is what he truly wants.

"Oliver—"

"Felicity?" he interjects, cocking an eyebrow as she strokes his solid chest once again.

"Oliver this is hard," she whispers, but the flash in his eyes says that she picked the wrong words to say. A shift of her hips confirms that this situation isn't the only hard thing in the room.

"I can pretend to cum and leave," Oliver suggests and she hesitates, biting her red lips lightly.

"You need to stay at least thirty minutes to make it worth your time, and money," she mumbles.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable with my…obvious attraction to you," Oliver says and she smiles.

"Thank you, but I can handle a boner just fine,"

"Oh I know," Oliver retorts with that seductive gleam in his eyes. Felicity digs her nails into his back and he hisses, "Sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't help that statement when you are pressed against me," she loosens her claws from his skin and smirks.

"Yeah I kind of figured your mind is in the gutter,"

"I'm in the deep sewers of innuendos and fantasies," he mumbles, his deep voice shaking her to the core. Her skin is hot and sensitive, her body aches, and every subconscious nerve is telling her to rock on his cock and get on with it. Her legs lightly twitch and Oliver swallows a moan. That is probably the last thing on this girl's mind. Hence why he hasn't made a move on her yet.

"Oliver…" Felicity starts, but she stops with a nip to her lip.

"Yes…?" he prompts yet she just leans her head back on the wall and sighs.

"Do you want to cum and go?" she asks and he freezes because every nerve in his body is telling him that he can't leave, that he should bring this beautiful woman to ecstasy again.

"Only if you answer this question will I consider it,"

"What's the question?"

"Did you enjoy the other night?" Oliver questions with liquid fire in his eyes.

"Why does that—"

"Yes or no, Felicity,"

"If you must know…yes," she replies and a smirk crosses over his face, "But I don't know if we should do it again, since I remembered the camera thing and I don't want Danny to see that all again,"

"Screw Danny," is all Oliver says before he kisses her, his lips bringing her passion to the surface as she kisses him back, surprised that she can have such a response even though she knows Danny could be watching. Oliver just felt so good pressed against her mouth and her body that she cannot help but respond so enthusiastically. He kisses down her neck, and she moans so lightly it almost sounds like a mew.

"You don't have to be with me," Oliver says between his nips and kisses on her collar, "But I really would like to give you the pleasure you deserve," she grasps his chin between her fingers and lifts his mouth back to hers.

"Please," Felicity mutters against his lips, affirming her desire with another grind of her hips on his. As much as he just wants to unzip and stick it in, Oliver controls his desires by moving away from the wall to a chaise lounge in the corner. He sets her on it, kissing her body as he slowly wiggles her out of her lingerie and lace cuffs. His hands stroke her breasts and thighs before his hand cups her core. Felicity squirms as his fingers tease her sex, and moans against Oliver's body, kisses, and touches. He drops to his knees and kisses her core, licking and sucking her clit until she cries out his name. Her body trembles as he coaxes her orgasm for minutes.

"Holy…oh holy shit," she stammers, running her fingers through his short hair before pulling him back up to her mouth. She tastes herself in their kiss, which spurs her desire instead of repelling her. Oliver grins against her lips.

"I'm sorry I didn't do that last night," he whispers yet she shrugs and smiles.

"I'm sorry I'm a complicated woman," she replies.

"I like that you are complex. You intrigue me," he mumbles before she pulls him up and shoves him on the bed. She straddles his lap again, unzipping his jeans.

"It is my turn to please you now,"

"Let it be mutual," Oliver retorts with a wicked smile that promises so much more.