Part 2

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"Your ankle is swollen." He says looking down at her right ankle noticing a sudden puffiness to it. Droplets of rain start to fall from the sky, landing on the two of them. The streets grow dark as the rain beings to poor on them.

"Where did you park your car?" he asked

"Four blocks down, it was the only place with parking." She yells as the rain makes it harder for her to hear.

"My apartment is right there" he says pointing to a beautiful high-rise apartment less than a block away

"I'm going to take you to my apartment, and ice your ankle…once the storm dies down you could leave."

"That won't be necessarily, I can walk just find." And Olivia attempts to walk, though her ankle is swollen and the rain was coming down so hard she can barely see what is in front of her, until he comes in front of her.

"You are making this difficult, it is pouring out here; you won't make it to your car; I live right there."

"No" she says adamantly though she begins to shiver from the cold as the rain pounds on her flesh

"Olivia, I am taking you to my apartment whether you like it or not; but it would be easier for me if I had your cooperation."

She stares at him unsure of what to do or say; if she agrees what would happen, and if she doesn't agree what does it mean. She begins to move past him until she is lifted from the ground and carried by the handsome stranger.

She doesn't fight him as he carries down the street, she begins to shiver as temperature begins to drop; setting her down quickly he takes off his jacket and wraps Olivia in it; she inhales his clean scent that has a hint of spice; he smells so good; good enough that just his scent alone was good enough for her. As he carries her, he never struggles with her weight or shifts uncomfortably, he moves with a lightness that she has never seen before, strength that is sensual.

The doorman quickly opens the door greeting the man by "Mr. Grant", she hides her face in his neck afraid somebody would recognize her, although what exactly did she have to hide from.

They enter the elevator and he holds her with one arm as he punches in a code for the penthouse suite, her foot never touched the floor even when entering his apartment, he softly sets her on the sofa as he begins to move around walking to the kitchen for ice.

Alone for a moment she looks at the spacious apartment and how the modern style seems to reflect the man walking towards her with a bag of ice.

Sitting at the table across from her, he takes her foot and gently undoes the strap, his fingers set her skin on fire as he methodically works the straps of her shoes not wanting to cause Olivia anymore pain.

Olivia's chest heaves as he moves her foot to his lap, she quickly pulls her dress down to cover herself from him although he has yet to look up. Massaging her feet slowly he inspects "It appears to be a grade 1 ankle sprain, but nothing major, you shouldn't wear heals for a week until the swelling subside."

"How do you know this?"

"I was in the navy"

"The doorman called you Mr. Grant."

"Yes"

"Do you have a first name?" Olivia asked hoping that he would answer her question for her but clearly she was wrong.

"Fitz" he says simply as he begins to wrap her ankle

She notices how gently he is being with her, how different he appears now that he is away from the streets and in the comfort of his house, she should be afraid of him but something about this man calms her; assures her.

"Fitz" she says softly mostly to herself then to him.

He looks at her for the first time since entering the house, how something so simple could unnerve him without even trying. He tries to ignore his desire as he feels the soft, smooth touch of her legs. He wasn't supposed to do this, this was never part of the plan, but this woman sitting in front of him; excites him in a way he can't describe. The way she feels- the way she smells has him spellbound; normally he doesn't buy coffee for strangers and he most certainly does not sit next to them or flirt with them better yet chase after them but here he is nursing the beautiful vixen- though she is unaware of the affects she has over him.

His hands ghostly moves away from her ankle and travel up her leg slowly, going to her knee then to her thigh; rubbing her thigh in a circular motion while staring at her. His left hand began to travel under her dress softly nudging her legs apart with resistance. He reached the silky line of her panties, his fingers followed the trail until he reached his goal and began pressing on her mound, and she grabs his hands, taking a much need breath as she looks at him with heavy eyes- conflicted whether she should stop him or let him continue. She halted the worship of her legs and she could sense him looking at her, his eyes hot, feral and just this side of losing all control.

"Tell me what you want, Olivia" he replies huskily, his eyes drenched with lust for the beauty sitting in front of him.

She contemplates, she looks at the window seeing the rain fall from the sky; does she do what's right and leave or does she do what is right for her? Slowly shakily she removes her hands from his.

He looks at her while his left hand drifts lower, until he reached her where she desires him, and then began teasing and tracing her outer folds through her panties. She's wet; her moans trigger him on, hoping to satisfy her. His finger traced the line of her entrance, teasing her before transferring on to her other thigh to join the rest on his exploration. His hands had developed a slight shake and his voice now had a low quality that hadn't been there before.

"You are beautiful" He croons softly, the way he is looking at her, she feels something she never truly felt before, beautiful, sexy, desired.

She watches him slowly separate her legs with ease as he tugs at her panties, she bites her lip to stop herself from crying, she is unsure if she should cry for the shear desire she has for him or that once she crosses this line everything she has worked for and love will be gone-irretrievably ruined.

She shifts as he pulls her underwear down to floor with her shoes. She watches as he gets down on his knees and licks his lips with what is to come.

She felt him shift his body to settle between her thighs and inhale deeply as she felt his hot breath wash over her most private area.

She grabs his face not wanting him to touch her there, he looks up at her and murmurs softly "Let me clean this up"

Tensing slightly, she grew anxious as his warm fingers slowly stroked and parted her folds, shivering as his curly main cascaded around her hips. She moans loudly at the feel of his tongue on her, she can't describe the euphoric feeling- the high she feels at the touch of his tongue on her. She lays further on the pillows moaning his name repeatedly while simultaneously grabbing his hair pushing him further inside of her, as he lifts and duly hitched her legs over his shoulders, pulling her hips up slightly.

"Fitz" she whispers like a prayer, moaning his name as he continues to send her to places she has never been before.

He watched her the whole time, how her eyes would flutter open when he would do something different and new, how she licked her lips when she would look down and see him pleasuring her. He can tell she is close, she moves him closer to her biting her lips to stop herself from screaming loudly, her head falters from side to side as she tries to catch her breath, he increases his pace rotating between sucking and licking, her hips fly off the couch as she feels her walls tighten and her body and her mind have an out of body experience; he watches her climax dazzled by the sheer beauty of this extraordinary creature; he dives further into her wanting to taste everything she is; and she taste foreign.

Knowing Olivia's retrieval he quickly sits up and grabs her ankle gently, starting over with wrapping it properly, like nothing ever happened.

"I'm putting this wrap on to help with the swelling." She twitches and her foot lands on his groin making him jump from the touch

"Sorry" Olivia says embarrassed after coming down from her high

"You have nothing to be sorry about"

She notices tightness in his pants, a sudden bulge that confirms that he was left unattended too; oh how she wants to tend to him. Never has she wanted to taste a man but, sitting in front of this astonishing man she wants to do everything to him and have him do everything to her.

Quickly wrapping her ankle, he sets it down on the couch as he walks into a room. Olivia takes a deep breath as she questions what the hell is she doing in a stranger's house and why she has let herself come this far in the first place; is it fulfil her fantasy, or to find herself.

Before she leaves the apartment; He emerges from a room caring clothes. "These are new, never worn" He says laying down boxers and a white shirt

She looks at the clothes shocked that he would bring them to her "I am fine in what I have"

"Olivia, you are freezing. I have never worn those clothes they are still in the bag. If you wear your clothes you are going to get sick, but if you put those on I can dry your clothes for you." He sets the clothes down on the couch and walks away.

She looks to her left and sees the storm still raging on outside; she was cold. She is annoyed by his arduousness, how after making her cum he leaves without any warmth, almost as if it never happened. She shakes her head disgusted that she allowed a man to go down on her when her own husband had been trying to do it to her for years.

Slowing getting up she walks around the apartment hoping to find something about Fitz; family, friends, girlfriend, wife, but as she hopped around she saw nothing. There was priceless art pieces hanging but that was it-a clear separation of home and house.

The door creaks open as she walks in only to freeze at the sight. He's clad in only a white towel as he dries his body walking into the bedroom. He doesn't jump when he sees her at the door staring at him; he looks at her peculiar uncertain of why she is in his room and why she has yet to leave.

Her eyes were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. A slight whimper escaped her lips at the sight of him naked and dripping from his shower. Only a towel hung around his waist as he dried himself. He walks over to her as she begins to lick her lips as droplets of water made their way down his hard chest; his body is chiseled, strong, and sexy. The water cascades down his body hiding under his towel that now has a tent.

He walks towards her dropping his towel on the floor, confirming to her the plans he has made. She stares at him shocked by his brazenness, standing in front of her; he waits for her movement, her permission to be touched.

And just like that her lips crash into him like a magnet. Her hands touch everywhere as his mouth moves around her body. She inhales his scent deeply placing it to memory.

Turning her around with her back facing him; his lips brush the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him, kissing her deeply as his hands start to unzip her dress.

Olivia feels her heart pounding in her chest by the touch of his fingers, she feels the roughness of his facial hair against her skin; turning her head she kisses him needing comfort. Removing his lips from hers, he places her hands on the wall; she feels his hard abdomen against her back. She hears her dress being primed open; she feels light as her dress falls to the floor. His erection is firmly against her back, his breathing thick as he nibbles her earlobe softly tugging at it.

He removes her bra with ease as he toys with her nipples switching between rubbing and pulling them, her head falls back on his shoulder as he continues to play her body like a beautiful instrument.

"What do you want?" He murmurs huskily

Turning her head softly she looks at him "I want you to make me feel beautiful." She whispers as her lips touch his.

Carrying her to the bed he lays her down as he moves on top of her. Olivia wraps her arms around his strong muscular back as he eases inside of her halting for a moment to catch his bearings.

"You're so tight" He murmurs as though he was in pain, looking at his face, she watches as his bottom lip trembles, how his eyes are closed tightly as he tries to control himself.

Her breath hitches as he slid inside of her, he feels huge inside her; she licks her lips at the feel of him- the fullness. Fitz begins to move softly at first not wanting to lose control and ruin the moment for Olivia, but his moments increase as her whimpers for more egg him on, he feels her nails digging in his back scarring him.

He moved his hands down to show her how to wrap her legs around his waist as he increased his pace growling in pleased pleasure when her moans and light cries increased as her hands feverishly roved over his back, through his hair and stroked his face.

Olivia wraps her legs around him, drawing Fitz even closer. Their lips consume one another, tongues dueling sensually. Her hands grip his firm buttocks tightly, allowing him the leverage to thrust into her more fiercely. He squeezes his eyes shut…the sensation of her taut, wet heat closing around his length nearly drives him over the edge.

He increased his pace further as he felt the beginning flutter of her impending climax. He moves harder, faster, deeper, she meets him at each thrust wanting more of him, she bites his shoulder hard as he plunges into her, whispering in her ear all the things he is going to do to her.

Olivia could feel the tightening buildup of her body and cried out her Fitz's name as he pushed her body over the edge, following moments behind her with his own intense release.

He rested his forehead against hers and kissed her softly. Olivia opened her eyes to look into the man who just came inside of her and did things to her body that she can't even speak of.

The storm has long passed, as she lies on her stomach after the marathon of sex; forgetting about her dinner with Abby, she watches him as he moves around the room with effortless rhythm, how just the sight of him stirs a desire in her she never felt before. She summons him to bed and he comes; he takes her whenever he desires, couch, kitchen, and shower; he controls her body and mind in a way that she is uncertain if she can stop after today.

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She gets to her car and cries heavily, as it finally registers to her what she has done; the sins she has committed. This is wrong. It goes against her beliefs, values, and traditions. This is a betrayal of all the vows she made to her husband. It was temptation, Fitz is her forbidden fruit and like Eve in the Garden of Eden she takes a bite out of the fruit changing life as we very well know it.

She shakes her head as she thinks of Fitz, how he licked his lips when he saw the position she was in. How she felt when she saw him go down her and how he looked as he came inside of her.

She wipes her tears angry at herself for who she is, for what she has done.

But it was everything she needed. He was everything she needed, if just for a day, a moment.

All the pleasure is worth all the pain.

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The end of the flashbacks, but not going to lie I could have written more, but I think majority wants to get to the present life; until next time!

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