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Olivia endured a restless night filled with more tossing and turning than actual sleep. She rolled over and looked at the clock; 4:23 stared back at her.
She sighed, shifting a few times until she found herself in a comfortable position and finally fell asleep.
He had been sitting on the bed for about an hour watching her sleep. Her chemise had ridden up over her ass as she slept, not only giving him an unobstructed view of her little white thong, but also of the bruise marring her thigh. Instinctively, he reached down, pulling the sheet up to her waist. He didn't cover her to maintain her modesty, instead covering her bare flesh to hide the bruise that made the guilt swell inside of him. His hands had barely left the sheets as she began shifting her weight until she was laying on her back.
"Of course, I cover her and then she decides to turn over," he thought to himself.
She knew exactly how to drive him crazy, even while she slept. Looking at the clock, he realized that he couldn't revel in watching her sleep anymore.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," he said in a low voice as he rubbed her arm.
She lifted her arm, pushing his hand away, a growl escaping her lips.
"Did you seriously just growl at me?" he laughed placing a kiss on her shoulder.
"Someone isn't a morning person," he said, only receiving an incoherent groan in return.
She lifted her hand swatting her hand through the air in an attempt to push him away. She
grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it over her head in an attempt at hibernation.
"Go away Edison," she mumbled incoherently from beneath the covers.
He didn't want her confusing him with Edison. Not now, not ever. Fitz lifted the edge of the sheet, grinning as he settled in next to her beneath the covers. Sliding down the mattress, he leisurely ran his hands over the silky fabric of her chemise. He continued as his hand felt the soft warm skin of her thighs, knees and calves. His fingers slid back up her legs gently parting her thighs and he settled in between them.
He felt her muscles tense as he placed his lips on her outer thigh, kissing a path to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"Baby, I'm not Edison," he growled into her thigh.
The sensation paired with the low timber of his voice ripped her from her dreamy haze. She forced her thighs together, almost catching his head between them. Her eyes darted open, and then quickly closing into a squint as she adjusted to the light.
"What the hell are you doing?" she squealed in a higher pitch than she had intended.
"Making a memory," he said running his fingers up and down the soft warm skin of her legs urging them apart again. This could have went one of two ways, and he smiled as she allowed him to open her legs wider.
"I. Never. Want. To. Hear. His. Name," he said kissing up her right thigh to her juncture. She let out a long appreciative moan that instantly hardened his cock.
"When. I'm, Touching. You," he said placing kisses for each word up her left thigh. He felt her arching her back and moving into him.
"Again," he said moving up over her core and placing a final kiss just above the lacy fabric covering her core.
A few minutes ago she was asleep and now she was on the verge of begging Fitz to satisfy the aching need that he created. She needed his hands on her, and his tongue teasing her. She needed his mouth, and his hands, and his cock, and she needed them now!
"No, no no," she scolded her self, shaking her head hoping to rid her mind of all things Fitz. She needed to get his mouth off her – his fingers off her. When he was touching her, she wasn't able to form a single coherent thought.
"Maybe just a few more minutes and then I will put a stop to this," she tried to rationalize to herself. She knew that a few more minutes of this and she would be panty-less, bucking her hips and begging him to go deeper – well past the point of no return.
"Now! Put a stop to this now," she chided herself again.
She shifted, pulling herself into a sitting position and away from his mouth, as images from last night raced through her head. She tried to steady her breathing, which was choppy at best.
"About last night," she began once he had emerged from beneath the covers to sit next to her.
He exhaled, knowing exactly what she was about to say. He knew that spending a night alone with her thoughts would only lead to her closing herself off yet again. Fitz had been expecting this conversation from the second she had put her lips on his, but that didn't take the sting out of it.
She wanted to tell him that it was the best night of her life. She wanted to tell him how good it felt to be wrapped in his arms, and how much she wants to feel his lips on hers again. She should have told him last night, when she could have blamed it on the sake. She knew that she couldn't tell him any of that today. Today, she had a clearer head, and realized how close she came to cheating on her husband. Today, she had to do the right thing, hoping to shed 20 or 30 lbs of guilt that was sitting in her stomach like lead.
"I was pissed at Edison and a little bit tipsy. I let our attraction cloud my judgment and I'm so sorry. Thank you for not letting things go any farther," she said looking at her hands wringing nervously in her lap rather than at him. She made a point not to look at him, instead looking past him at a picture on the wall behind him and then down at her hands. She knew that if he looked at her, he would see all of the emotions that she was trying so desperately to ignore.
"So, what I'm hearing is you're so attracted to me that you can't think straight?"
She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her smile. He could always make her smile.
"You always do that," she said unconsciously sliding her wedding ring up and down her finger.
"And what do I always do Livvie? Make you lose your mind with desire?" he said with a shit eating grin plastered across his face.
"No," she huffed, "You only hear what you want to hear."
"I hear it all Liv. I only listen to what is important. You being attracted to me is important. You losing your mind around me is important," he said with a wink.
"Not cheating on my husband is important," she tried to say confidently, looking up at him for the first time this morning.
Her eyes immediately focused in on small purple bruises just below his ear. She tried thinking back to last night, trying desperately to remember if she saw them before or after she jumped on top of the man. She cringed, thinking back to how she threw herself at him. Deciding that she definitely didn't remember seeing them last night, she knew she had to ask.
"Please, please, please let those be from hookers that he snuck into the suite after I fell asleep," she prayed silently.
"Fitz, how did you get the marks on your neck?"
"Oh you mean these?" he said before pointing out the various marks that she had left on his skin the night before.
She nodded, but couldn't make the words come out of her mouth.
"An incredibly beautiful woman gave me these when she slid onto my lap and sucked on my neck. I'd be happy to re-enact it for you," he said looking down at her with a lopsided grin.
"Oh my God," she groaned. "Please just kill me now. What are we going to do? Cyrus can't see those," she said without stopping to take a breath; talking to herself more than to him.
"Go get a turtle neck on. Hurry up," she commanded.
"Really Liv? Your answer is a turtle neck?" he said openly laughing at her.
"Yes! Hurry up!"
"So, you are under the impression that I carry a spare turtleneck around with me just in case I have a turtleneck emergency?" he chuckled.
She narrowed her eyes, irritated that he found it all so amusing. So maybe it wasn't the best idea, but he didn't need to tease her; he needed to come up with a solution. She started moving toward the edge of the bed, certain that she had some pacing in her future.
"Relax Liv," he said wrapping his body around hers and pulling her back into the mattress.
"He has no idea I stayed here Liv. I told you, what happens between us is ours," he said before he leaned in to kiss her. "Besides, the last he heard from us, you thought I was a heartless bastard and I thought you were an evil shrew. We just need to make him believe that nothing has changed."
She couldn't help but to laugh.
"You're right. As long as he is under the impression that we hate each other, he will just assume one of your wh...friends gave them to you. I'm sure it's nothing he hasn't seen before," she said, her body physically relaxing.
He wanted to tell her that it isn't something Cyrus had ever seen before. He wanted to tell her that he never let escorts go anywhere above his chest, but he thought better of it. Instead, he held her close, lazily moving his hand up and down her bare stomach from her pelvic bone to just below her breasts.
Liv laid in his arms, almost in a hypnotic state. She had shut off her brain, allowing herself to enjoy his closeness without over thinking it.
"I love you Livvie," he said into her hair.
"I …. ," her brain cut in before she finished the sentence.
"I think you are confused between love and lust Fitz."
"I'm not confused Sweet Baby," he said said kissing into her hair.
"Mmmm Hmmm," she said not making any attempt to move.
"I've lusted after women before Liv. I've had my fill of lust. This," he said tightening his grasp on her, "is different. I love you."
She didn't respond. The more he said it, the more she believed him. She didn't attempt to pull away from him, or force him to release her. She snuggled back into him, and enjoyed the warmth that was flooding her body as his hand glided over her naked skin.
Her phone buzzed frantically on the nightstand. She willed it to be Cyrus or Abby; anyone but Edison. She grabbed it, sighing loudly as she saw Edison's name emblazoned on the screen. She pulled herself from Fitz's hold as guilt washed over her. Holding the phone in her hand, she realized that last night, Edison was right and she was wrong. She didn't like that he had called her a whore; but a few minutes ago she was in bed with Fitz's head between her legs. Now she was laying in his arms, letting him stroke his fingers along her naked body. Nothing had happened really, but the conclusion was easy enough to draw; if Fitz hadn't stopped her last night, she would have cheated and if she was being honest with herself, she had wanted more to happen. Fitz's arms around her now made her feel trapped and uncomfortable. Her mind started working in over drive. In her mind, Edison was right; she was a whore. She was the one who needed to ask for forgiveness.
She answered, letting the silence stretch between them as she tried to figure out what to say any how to apologize for what she had almost done.
"Baby. I'm sorry. I was," he began before she cut in.
"I know. Me too," she said quietly, knowing that she needed to get away from Fitz to really have a conversation with her husband.
"Did I wake you?"
"No, I'm up. I just haven't made it out of bed yet."
Fitz watched her as she tried to move to the edge of the bed; her body tense and rigid. Every time he would get close to her, something would happen that made her pull away. He wasn't let that happen this time.
"How are you feeling?" Edison asked sounding concerned, but really trying to find out if Fitz had told her about their chat last night.
"I've felt better, but I'll live," she answered honestly. As she was about to move off of the bed, Fitz hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her back into him. He nuzzled his face into her hair, inhaling her scent as she tried to free herself from his hold. He gently brushed her hair aside, allowing her to feel his warm breath on her sensitive skin. He felt her shiver in his arms as he kissed and nibbled up the back of her neck. She let out a small moan, trying to disguise it with a cough. Fitz smiled and continued his work on her neck with his lips and tongue. He could feel the goosebumps appearing on her neck.
She tried hard to concentrate on whatever Edison was saying to her. Fitz bit her shoulder, eliciting another moan and another cough. He moved his lips up her neck until he hit the one spot just below her ear that made her go wild.
"I have to go Fitz," she said into the phone, the words rushing from her mouth in an attempt to keep her voice even. As soon as his name left her lips, she realized the mistake that she had made.
"Fuck my life," she groaned inwardly.
Fitz was able to hear Edison's voice booming through the phone. He felt Olivia's body tense and attempt to pull away as she listened to Edison's expletive filled tirade. He felt her muscles constricting as his insults hit her. Her body was curling in on itself in an attempt at self preservation.
"I. Love. You," he whispered into her ear as he reached to take the phone away from her. He hit the end button. She whipped herself around, grabbing the phone out of his hand, staring at it in disbelief.
"You hung up on him?!, " her eyes open wider than he had ever seen them as she moved away from him.
"I did."
"You can't do this," she said sitting up and visibly shaken. "We can't do this. This is my life Fitz. I can't be the whore who cheats on her husband just because you come along and make me lose my mind every time you touch me," she said her eyes filling with tears.
He thought about teasing her that she admitted that she lost her mind when he touched her, but he decided it wasn't the right time. She was upset, and he knew that he was partially to blame. He reached out to pull her into him, but she moved before he was able to touch her.
"I need to start getting ready. Cyrus will be here soon," she said as she moved off the bed and toward the bathroom with her phone in her hand.
She closed the door behind her and sat on the edge of the bathtub trying to decide what she would say when she called him. Instead she opted for a text message.
Olivia: I'm not going to stay on the phone and listen to you curse at me when you don't have the decency to let me finish a sentence before you jump to conclusions.
Olivia: As I was saying before your little tantrum, I have to go, Fitz and his assistant are here.
She hit send, hating herself for lying to him. She looked down at her phone waiting for a reply.
Edison: Why the fuck is he in your hotel room Olivia?
She had forgotten that she told him that she was still in bed. "Shit," she sighed. Obviously, cheating on her husband was not her superpower.
Olivia: Obviously, so that I can fuck him. Cyrus and Kate are here, so we are going to let them watch.
Olivia: Now that you know the truth, we can Face-time the whole thing so you can watch. Or maybe we will just post it on the internet and charge a membership fee.
Edison: Stop trying to be fucking cute Liv. I don't like him in your hotel room.
Olivia: And I don't like that you act like a jealous asshole every time you hear his name. He is a client. I'm finishing this job and then I'm coming home to YOU!
Olivia: Unless of course you continue to act like a five year old.
Olivia: I need to go.
Olivia showered, applied her make up and fixed her hair before making her way back into the bedroom. Fitz was sitting on the bed, dressed and looking delicious when she entered wrapped in a towel. Olivia immediately noticed two large shopping bags sitting on the floor next to Fitz.
"Did you go shopping while I was in the shower?" she asked, trying to keep things from being awkward.
"I had them delivered last night," he said never taking his eyes off her.
"I noticed that all your shoes were high heels when I was looking for your boots. I asked Kate to have some shoes without heels sent over for you. She wasn't sure of your favorite designer, so she ordered a variety. You can return anything that you don't like."
She looked up at him amazed that any man could be so thoughtful, or even so observant.
Currently, the only thing that Fitz noticed was how Olivia looked in a towel. Her skin warmed as she felt his eyes on her.
"Do you mind giving me a few minutes to get dressed?" she asked matter of factly.
"Sure," he said getting up from the bed. He walked toward her stopping just in front of her. Reaching his hand to her hair, he brushed it back and tucked it behind her ear.
"I'm sorry ," he said, his gray eyes piercing into hers. "I wasn't trying to be an asshole. I heard him through the phone Livvie. I heard the things he was saying to you and the names he was calling you."
He paused. "I felt your body tense Livvie. I felt your body react to what he was saying. I lost my mind – I needed to make it stop. It was my fault and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."
Olivia was a ball of conflicting emotions, on the verge of tears, unable to to even look at him. She was embarrassed over what he had heard, and grateful that he had tried to protect her. Her first instinct was to run, but being in a towel, she options were limited. She walked to the closet, opening the doors and stepping forward in an effort to regain some composure.
"Thank you," she said quietly, her face hidden by the bi-fold doors of the closet.
Fitz followed her, stopping inches behind her.
"Would you please stop running from me?" he asked with his hand on her shoulder, gently coaxing her to turn around. She wouldn't look at him, her head bowed and eyes cast downward.
She felt his strong arms wrap around her, pulling her closer until she felt every well defined muscle pressed up against her.
Fitz's phone began to ring, causing him groan as he was forced to release her from his arms. He glanced at the screen before answering.
"Hi Tom. What's up?"
"OK. Thanks.", he said as Olivia looked up at him expectantly.
"Cyrus is on his way up. Are you OK?"
She nodded.
"I'll let him in while you finish getting ready," he said leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to leave.
"Fitz," she said, reaching out to grab his arm. He turned to face her, looking down at her as if she was going to share one of the wonders of the universe with him.
"Don't forget, we hate each other," she said with a shy smile "And I'm upset with you for getting here so early."
He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Got it. We hate each other."
He flashed a wicked smile, then took her earlobe in her teeth, tugging it gently before releasing it.
"You are going have to remind me that you don't hate me several times today," he growled into her ear.
"You are shameless," she said with a smirk.
"You love it, but you haven't seen shameless yet Livvie. Maybe I will have to be the one to remind you."