Olivia's eyes fluttered open and she rolled over expecting to cuddle into the warmth of Fitz's body. Instead what she got was an empty spot and rumpled sheets. Olivia sat up in the bed and looked around the room – she was alone. She reached over and grabbed the pillow that Fitz had laid on and brought it to her nose. She inhaled the scent of him that lingered on the pillow. Instantly memories of a night spent making love clouded her mind. She saw visions of bodies coming together, tongues tasting, demanding kisses and sweet caresses. She and Fitz had made love so many times that Olivia had lost count.

Olivia put the pillow down and eased out of bed. She grabbed Fitz's discarded shirt off the floor and slipped it on then tiptoed to the adjoining bathroom. Olivia gasped at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mass around her face. Quickly she finger combed through the mess as best as she could. She looked through the drawers and cabinets in search of something to tie her hair up. She found nothing. She did however find an unopened toothbrush and used it to brush her teeth and grabbed a washcloth off the shelf and washed her face.

Olivia headed back to the bedroom. She stared around the large space and was impressed by the clean lines and modern furniture. Everything in Fitz's bedroom screamed with masculinity but there was a certain homeliness to it. Olivia glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was five a.m. She figured that Fitz was somewhere around the house and she left the bedroom in search of him.

Fitz was on a high. Olivia, the woman who had occupied his every waking moment and taunted him in his dreams, was in his bed. Fitz smiled as he ran his tongue across his mouth. He could still taste her on his lips. They had made love several times throughout the night and every time it just got better. Now here he was at the crack of dawn in the kitchen making breakfast. He had had a hard time staying asleep with Olivia laying next to him because every time their bodies touched, even the slightest brush of her arm against his, woke the beast in him and he would pull her into his arms and make love to her. And this morning when she had threw her leg over his Fitz had forced himself to get up so that she could get some sleep because lord knows she didn't get any last night.

Olivia tiptoed down the stairs to the first level of the condo. Through the quiet she could hear movement towards the far end of the condo. Olivia headed towards the noise. She followed the sound and was led to the kitchen. Olivia stopped short in the entryway to the kitchen at the sight of Fitz standing at the stove cooking. He was shirtless and wore a pair of light blue pajama bottoms. Olivia stood in the entryway admiring him. The way the muscles in his back rippled when he moved and the way the pajama bottoms hung low across his hips did things to her body.

Olivia watched Fitz for several seconds before making her presence known. "Good morning," she said as she leaned against the wall.

Fitz spun around spatula in hand. He smiled at seeing Olivia standing there in his shirt. It was the one he wore to the party last night and she looked adorable and sexy in it. "Good morning," Fitz said.

"You're up early."

"Making you breakfast," Fitz said. "You hungry?"

"I could eat," Olivia said with a smile.

Fitz's lids lowered and he ran his tongue across his mouth as he watched her leaning against the wall. His shirt was big on her and the hem grazed her silky legs at mid-thigh. She hadn't buttoned it all the way and he could see the flat planes of her belly peeking through the material. Fitz felt himself hardened. "Come here," he gently commanded.

Slowly Olivia walked over to where he stood. She stopped just short of where he was standing and tilted her head back to look up at him.

Fitz cupped her face and stared down into her eyes. He didn't say anything. He just stared at her for a few seconds then gave her the gentlest kiss she had ever had then he lifted her up and set her on the countertop. He nudged her legs apart and fit himself between her thighs. He rested his hands on either side of her and leaned in his mouth a millisecond from hers.

Olivia's heart was racing. Every time he invaded her space it was like she was at the top of a roller coaster just waiting for the moment it raced down that steep slope. Lust pounded through her throbbing beneath her skin. She wanted to close the minute distance between them and fuse her lips to his. Olivia locked her eyes with his and leaned in lips parted and brushed her mouth against his. Her tongue darted out and she dragged it slowly across his top lip. Fitz caught her tongue between his teeth and lightly nibbled on it before pulling it into his mouth. He sucked on it then slowly and deliberately swirled his tongue around hers. He tunneled his fingers in her hair and gently pulled as he deepened the kiss.

Olivia was in heaven. Her mind drew a blank and her body went slack. The way he made love to her mouth was ecstasy. Her body heated and tiny tingles tickled her sex. She was sure that she would explode right there on the counter from his kiss.

Slowly Fitz pulled back from the kiss and nibbled lightly at her lips. He growled low and deep against her mouth. "Stay put," Fitz whispered against her lips. "I wanna feed you."

Olivia watch silently and slightly overheated as Fitz moved away from her and over to the stove. She looked on quietly as he finished making an omelet. He slid the omelet onto a plate that had a medley of fruit all ready on it then walked back over to her. He set the plate on the counter beside her and fit himself back between her thighs.

"I made my famous egg white omelet for you," he said with a sultry grin. Fitz cut into the omelet and fit a piece on the fork and brought it to Olivia's lips.

Olivia opened her mouth and Fitz slipped the fork inside. The egg was fluffy and well seasoned. "It's delicious," Olivia said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I want more."

Fitz chuckled and fed her more of the omelet. Fitz didn't eat any. He was more interested in watching her mouth as she chewed. She had such a pretty mouth.

After Fitz finished feeding her the omelet he grabbed a strawberry off the plate. He took the succulent berry and ran it lightly across her mouth before pushing it between her lips. Olivia bit into the tender flesh of the strawberry. It was quite possibly the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. While Olivia chewed Fitz ran the strawberry along the tender flesh of her collarbone leaving a trail of strawberry juice in its wake. Fitz dipped his head and followed his tongue along that same trail. Olivia sighed and threw her head back. Fitz pulled at the shirt she was wearing and the few buttons that held the shirt closed popped and flew about the kitchen. Olivia braced her hands on the counter as Fitz trailed the strawberry down her torso. He kissed and licked the trail of juice the strawberry left along her body. Further and further down he went until he was eye level with her sex.

Olivia watched through lust hazed eyes as he slid the strawberry along her folds. Her back arched and her thighs widened of their own volition. She held her breath in anticipation of what he was about to do next. She didn't breathe until she felt his tongue move against the slick folds of her sex. Olivia cried out and fisted Fitz's hair as she moved against him. His tongue played against her like the brewing of a storm and Olivia could feel electricity bolt through her body as she felt the beginning of an orgasm. It started at her toes and traveled all the way up to her ears and like a raging thunderstorm in spring she rained down on him and soaked his mouth with her essence.

Fitz could live and die between Olivia's thighs. There was nothing he had come to love more in the last few hours than the sweetness of her on his tongue. He loved to hear the little noises she made while he pleasured her. He loved to feel the tight grip of her hands in his hair when she came.

Fitz kissed his way back up her body until he reached her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply letting her taste herself on his tongue.

As they kissed Olivia found the waistband of his pajamas and slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his shaft which was already thick and weighty with arousal. She slid her hand up and down his manhood. She wanted him inside her. "Fitz," Olivia moaned against his mouth as she guided him to her core.

"One second," Fitz said and reached over into one of the drawers and pulled out a condom.

Olivia pulled back and stared at him an amused smile on her face. "Condoms in the kitchen?"

"Don't judge me," Fitz said with a sly grin.

"No judgment here," Olivia said and took the condom from him. She ripped open the packet, reached down and slid the condom onto his engorged member then slowly guided him into her body.

There on the kitchen counter they made erotic, passionate love. Where they had been slow and deliberate in the bedroom here in the kitchen they were wild and urgent. They pulled and pushed into each other with Fitz thrusting fast and hard into her body and Olivia opening up to him fully and taking in every inch of him. It was a mesh-up of kissing, licking, and biting and as Fitz pounded into her Olivia drug her nails down his back leaving beautiful scars of passion in her wake. And when the sensations became too much they crashed into orgasm together both crying out and clinging to the other.

A few hours later Olivia lay cuddled on the couch in Fitz's arms. They were in his living room watching tv. She had showered and was wearing a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts.

Olivia stared around the room which was nicely decorated but she noticed that there were no pictures of his family anywhere. "Fitz," she started.

"Hmmm," he mumbled lazily against her hair.

"I love your place."

"Thanks."

"I noticed that there are no pictures of your family."

Fitz shifted uncomfortably. He hated talking about his family. "No, there aren't," he acknowledged but said nothing else.

"Why?"

"Let's just say I prefer to surround myself with things I relate to – things I love."

Olivia turned in his arms and stared up at him. His face was mask of indifference but in his eyes Olivia could see the edges of pain. "Fitz, tell me about your family."

"There's nothing to tell really. We're not close."

"Why not?"

"My mother died when I was young and my father and I never got along."

"I'm sorry about your mom."

"Thanks," Fitz said and kissed her on the forehead.

"Your father, I met him at the party last night. He's a very…interesting man."

"Yeah," Fitz scoffed.

"You don't like him very much, do you?"

"He's my father," was all Fitz said.

Fitz obviously had issues with his father that ran deep and Olivia could relate. Her grandfather raised her and he was the only father figure she knew and they didn't have the best relationship. "What happened with you two?"

Fitz let out a heavy sigh. "Which time? There's no short list of things that has happened between my father and I. We just don't connect on any level. According to Big Jerry I can't do anything right and I will always be a failure. He said that to me. Looked me straight in the eye and told me that I'll never measure up."

It pained Olivia deeply to hear Fitz say those things. He was anything but a failure. Hell he ran one of the largest and most profitable companies in the world. He was a brilliant business man. How could his father not see that?

Olivia reached up and brushed her fingertips along Fitz's brow. She stared straight into his eyes and said, "I think your amazing and smart and anything but a failure. Your father's words mean nothing."

Fitz felt his chest swell as he stared down at Olivia. The things she was saying meant the world to him. He struggled daily with the knowledge that his father didn't believe in him. For some reason it was important to him that Olivia did.

"You're amazing," Fitz said then kissed her lightly on the mouth. "Enough about me. Tell me about you."

"There's not much to tell."

"I doubt that. A woman as beautiful and smart as you are…there must be plenty to tell. I want to know everything – your favorite color, favorite food, your favorite band. Tell me everything."

Olivia hated talking about herself. And normally she found a way around it but lying here nestled against Fitz she had nowhere to go. "Okay…let's see. My favorite color is white, favorite food is popcorn and I love old school R&B."

"What about your family? Any brothers or sisters?"

"No, no brothers or sisters."

"And your parents?"

"My parents died in a car accident when I was twelve."

Fitz pulled Olivia tighter into his embrace. "I'm sorry, Livvie."

Olivia started at the use of her nickname. Her mother used to call her that when she was a child. She was the only one who had ever used that nickname so hearing it now was a bit strange yet comforting coming from Fitz.

"So your grandfather raised you?"

Olivia nodded. "He did."

"I met your grandfather he's a brilliant scientist and quite a formidable business man. It must have been great growing up around him."

"We weren't…we're not close. I grow up in boarding schools so…"

Fitz could sense a change in Olivia as she talked about her grandfather. Her body had stiffened and she seemed sad. All Fitz could think of was to protect her. Yes, he was just really getting to know her but he had this fierce urge to keep her safe. Her exterior was tough and she always seemed to be in control but there was something delicate he spied beneath the surface – something vulnerable and every instinct in his body screamed to protect her. Fitz had no idea why it was her. Why she was the one who made him want to be a better man but she was. She had gotten under his skin and he had a feeling that she would remain there for an eternity.

Hey ya'll. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Olivia seems to have left quite the impression on Fitz. I mean she had him in the kitchen cooking. lol! Also we got to see them get to know each other a bit in this chapter. Again, I hope ya'll enjoyed it. Please leave reviews. Until next time.

XO