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Chapter Fourteen

Oliver tapped his foot impatiently, his eyes glued to Felicity, not missing a breath. They were in the conference room, joined with about ten other people who were thankfully oblivious to the torturous manner she'd been dealing him. They all seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say about her projects, and Oliver had watched her talk, encouraging her with his eyes.

He was proud of her, proud that she'd risen to the occasion and handled a shitty situation in the most efficient manner that she could. It was yet another moment where he yearned to go public with her, and just let everyone know that someone like her was his. She'd done excellently, and as she'd predicted, the people in the room discussed her points and decided on the final projects that would be cut.

Oliver didn't give his full attention to them, knowing that they would see how well-structured Felicity's original plan was. Instead, he nodded his head when appropriate, his eyes jumping over to his gorgeous girlfriend every chance he knew he could get away with it. She'd caught onto his glances quickly, and he could tell from the way she'd hold herself differently.

Though her eyes didn't reach his, he saw the way her spine straightened. The other workers continued to discuss it all, and Felicity acted as though she were in need of a pen from the cup in the center of the table, even though he knew damn well that she'd brought at least three of them in that room with her. Her pens were always something he noticed, mainly because she tended to gnaw on the ends of them when she was really concentrated or bored.

When she pretended like she didn't have a single pen on her, Oliver had to watch in torture as she brought her body forward, her hand extending to take hold of one of the red pens in the cup. As she did that, her buttoned blouse opened up a little more at the top as the two ends of fabric stretched out, revealing the top of her cleavage to him. He felt his mouth go dry, his body sinking lower into his chair as he practically whined.

But she didn't stop there.

No, while the idiots in the conference room with them carried on, she pretended to act completely engaged in it all, following the voices of whoever was making their point with her eyes. She brought the red pen to her lips, and he just knew, she was going to drive him up the wall in there. She'd joked about messing with him during the meeting on their date, but he didn't think she was serious.

Now, he was suffering from calling her bluff, breath quickening as her plump lips wrapped around the top of the pen. The color blended in with her red lipstick, only magnifying the beauty of her mouth. Fuck, he needed her badly. It had been nearly a week since he'd had her, and his slacks were feeling so, so tight as he watched her suck on the pen.

He wanted those lips somewhere else, wanted them wrapped around something else. He refused to let his mind take him there, but the images were placed there anyways. Images of her on her knees in front of him, taking him in her mouth and sucking him hard. He could feel his blood rushing, his eyes zoned in on her lips, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair extra tightly.

He could just see her now, her palm flattening over the front of his pants, making him harder. She'd pop open the clasp to his slacks, dipping her hand beneath his belt and touching him softly. Those lips - fuck, those lips - they'd linger around him, before sucking him whole.

"Mr. Queen?" one of the executives said, and Oliver felt his entire body sizzle as he tried to shake off his erotic thoughts.

"Um, what?" Oliver sputtered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

The man looked around the room, almost as if he couldn't believe he was being asked to repeat himself. "I asked you if you agreed with the projects Ms. Smoak chose to cut for the time being."

Oliver looked over to Felicity, only to find her staring back at him, her eyes glinting as though she knew exactly what she'd been doing to him. Then, as if to solidify his semi-irrational thoughts, her lips tugged up on one side, a smirk making its way on her face. His grit his teeth, and he knew then and there that she would be lingering behind after this meeting.

"I agreed with them from the start," Oliver answered, his voice surprisingly steady. "Is that all we needed to discuss?"

The group shared a look, before a woman spoke up, nodding. "Yes, Mr. Queen. That's all for today."

Walter stood first, gathering his things together and giving Oliver a kind smile. The rest of them began to get to their feet, and Oliver panicked, thinking that they'd assumed he hadn't heard a work of that meeting, which was completely untrue because he'd listened to every single word that came out of Felicity's mouth. He stood up, hiding his arousal behind his chair as he gathered some stance of importance.

"Ms. Smoak, I assume you'll be keeping everyone updated on the status of your department?" Oliver questioned, his tone as casual as if he were taking to any other employee. "I'm sure we all would appreciate being informed."

She nodded her head, responding to him as if all he were was just her boss. "Of course, Mr. Queen. I'll do that."

He swore his pants tightened even further at the use of his last name, and he had to grip the back of the chair. "Ms. Smoak, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to talk with you a little further. Is there any chance you can stay behind?"

Her lips twitched just barely, and he glanced around to make sure no one was raising any suspicion towards their interactions. "Of course I can."

She stood in her same place, holding her folders to her chest as she waited for the room to clear out. Oliver watched her with a raised eyebrow, getting a rise from the way she shifted under his gaze. It wasn't until the last person left that room, closing the door behind her, that Oliver felt that rush of anticipation shoot up his spine, and he forced himself to not grind her into the wall.

"Did you think that was funny?" he asked, being as blunt as possible.

She actually cackled, and he knew right away that she was gaining her confidence back. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Queen."

He closed his eyes, placing a hand over his face as he fought for control. She was seriously the only woman to ever affect him like this, and he had no idea how to handle her. He stepped away from the chair, and his feet automatically led him to her.

Her gasp filled his mouth as he pressed her against the wall, causing all of her folders to sway to the ground. His tongue swept through her mouth, pushing past her lips and making his lips vibrate with her moan. Her hands swept into his hair, tugging him close, so close his mind went dizzy. She fought his tongue with her own, tangling and prodding.

He snarled when she dug her nails into his scalp, nipping at her lips until they were swollen. His hands ran up and over her blouse, his fingertips pushing into her as he rubbed his bulge into her thigh. She let out a whimper when he spread her legs using his knees, thrusting against her desperately.

"Have you been thinking about me?" she prompted, pulling his mouth off of hers momentarily to ask him that.

He nodded his head, kissing sloppily down her neck. "Yes."

Her breathy laugh made his heart stutter, as he focused on zipping her skirt down. "Mmm, how long?" she breathed, scraping her nails over his neck and making him groan heavily.

"Too long," he answered, picking her up off the ground and forcing her legs around his waist. His hips bucked wildly now, needing to relive some of the pressure from inside his slacks. "Have you been thinking about me?"

She moaned at his ministrations, her head falling back and he bit back the urge to mark her neck. It was just way to risky for anyone to spot those and start asking questions. He could only get away with it in the places he knew were for his eyes only. So, he kissed the top of her breast, sucking at the light skin roughly. She moaned, arching into his mouth.

"I...I thought about you..." she panted, completely wrapping herself around him. "Oliver, I did..."

He growled, holding her to him with one hand as he moved them over to the conference table. Setting her down on top of it, he ripped her skirt away, planting himself right back between her legs. Her arms banded around his neck, and all he could think about while he kissed her was how she said she'd thought about him. He wanted - no, fuck, he needed - to see how she did it.

"Show me," he demanded, and he broke away from her lips just in time to catch the flicker of surprise in her eyes. "Felicity, show me what you did when you thought of me."

She swallowed, her eyes locked with his. "Oliver..."

He brushed the stray hairs behind her ears, framing her face in his hands. "Touch yourself for me, Felicity."

He could see it in her eyes that no one had ever asked this of her before. She'd never shown anyone else how she pleasured herself in private, and something inside of him roared to life at the thought of being the only person to see her get herself off. Her jaw was hanging slightly, and he placed a finger over her chin, looking deep into her eyes.

"Okay," she whispered, and his eyelids felt drugged as he watched her lower her hand between her legs, not yet removing her panties.

Her breath caught when her fingers landed over herself through the thin lace, and he felt his own breath quicken as his throat dried. Slowly, she rubbed a circle into herself, and his jaw locked with the effort to keep from exploding right then and there. The sight of her doing this... it was seriously the hottest thing he'd ever seen. She rubbed a little harder, her fingers speeding up as well, and his eyes studied her every facial expression.

Her lips parted, her eyes fluttering as she built herself up, and he found himself with a challenge as he internally fought over watching her, or her hand. So, as he moved back and forth between the two, he could feel himself straining in his slacks. Blindly, he unfastened his belt, bringing down his zipper and reaching into them.

He sighed in relief when he pulled himself free, and he looked to Felicity to find her staring down at him, her lower lip between her teeth as she rubbed even harder now. Oliver groaned at the sight, stroking himself lightly, continuing to watch her get off. A desire like no other burned inside of him, and he suddenly needed a whole lot more than just his hands on himself.

"Felicity," he heaved, and she acknowledged him with a small moan. "Felicity... I need more."

She didn't stop, but she took his hand in her available one, leading it to her aching core. He felt his body shake with desire, his fingers lining up along hers as he met her pace in a matter of seconds. Groaning, he felt how wet she was, soaking through her panties in a way that showed him just how aroused he made her. With his fingers overlapping hers, he was able to apply more pressure to her, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Shit," she gasped, using her other hand to clutch onto his shoulder.

He grit his teeth, focusing solely on grinding his fingers against her, watching her start to crumble right before his eyes. "You had me fucking thinking about this all weekend," he told her, pressing firmly against her sensitive clit.

"Oliver," she cried, but he held her in place, knowing she was close.

"You don't even know what you do to me, do you, Felicity?" he questioned, huffing out each word in beat with his hand. "You don't know how you get inside my head, until all I can think about is you. Did you know what you were doing to me inside of that meeting?"

She let out a low whine, grasping onto him desperately as her hips searched his hand for the friction it was so generously supplying. "No."

Oliver actually managed a scoff, knowing how badly she wanted him to tell her. She knew that she'd been driving him mad in there, but even in a position as they were currently in, she still refused to give him the upper hand. Well, he was going to fall victim to her scheme, and tell her just exactly what was going through his head.

"Watching you strut around this conference, just so confident in what you had to say, is what triggered me first. I know I was in there with a bunch of old, close-minded snobs, but I wanted them to know. I wanted them to see," he explained, hovering his lips right over her pulse spot, licking a hot line over the point, "that you are mine."

"Fuck," she moaned, bucking onto his hand with a speed that he effortlessly matched. "I'm so close."

He smirked, of course she was. "Then you reached over for that damn pen I knew you didn't need, and you're lucky I didn't spread you out on this conference table right then and there."

"Ah- I'm... I'm," she sputtered, her face lighting with her peak.

She choked out another moan, throwing her head back as her orgasm ripped through her, making her walls tighten around his fingers. He pumped them still, guiding her through it, his face lit with admiration as he watched her come. She was breathing heavily, watching him with hooded eyes as she came down from her high. He smiled down at her, removing his hand, and inserting one of his slick fingers into his mouth.

Her eyes zoned in on it, lips parted. Oliver didn't even have time to be smug about it, before she was shoving him back, jumping down from the conference table, and dropping to her knees in front of him. She wrapped her hand around him, and he nearly bit his own finger at the shot of pleasure that traced his spine. She gave him another little shove against his abdomen, and he stumbled back, catching himself in a chair.

Taking position between his legs, she held him in her hand again, stroking lightly. He felt his world begin to spin, and his eyelids fluttered, his heart pounding through his chest.

"Fuck, Felicity," he groaned, her hand freezing to grip him at his base.

Her lips wrapped around him suddenly, and he tossed his head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. Slowly, she sucked more and more of him between her lips, and each inch was like a nail in his coffin. He was completely at her mercy, and just trying not to explode was becoming a bigger challenge than he'd ever known in his entire life.

"Do you know what it's like for me?" she asked, stroking his glistening cock with her soft hand. "To see all of these women ogle at you, and know that I can't mark you as mine?"

She placed her lips right below his navel, sucking the tight skin there and surely marking him. He grit out a curse, thrusting upwards and gliding over her neck. She pulled back, now wearing a smirk, and he could barely muster up the strength to open his eyes to watch her as she took him back into her mouth, taking so much of him down so quickly, he had to grip the armrests to hold it all inside of him.

She bobbed her head, hollowing out her cheeks around him. Again, he cursed, clenching his jaw. His eyes took all of her in. Her skin was flushed still from her orgasm, and her hair was falling out of its ponytail from their roughness. Her glasses sparkled at him, the glass glaring off of something. Her nails were painted a deep red, matching the lipstick that was sheathed around him.

Pulling back, she stroked him harder, her breasts begging to be freed from that tight blouse she had on. "You wouldn't let me touch you like this ever since I gave our relationship the green light," she reminded him, and he nodded, knowing that he refused to have her do this to him because all the other times had been about what he could do for her. "I know you wanted it to be all about me, but what you didn't realize is that this is for me, too. Getting to do this to you, for you... it's a serious turn-on, Mr. Queen."

He couldn't even breathe. She'd stolen his breath away, and his lungs were really starting to burn, but she was just so mind-fucking, he couldn't take it. She didn't wait for a response, and something told him she wasn't expecting one. Her lips suctioned over him again, her mouth so warm and welcoming. He sighed as she took him deeper, scrounging up the courage to plant a hand on her head, his fingers framing her face.

He didn't force her down, or try to give her more than she could handle at the moment. No, he just held her face, looking down at her as she literally blew him away. He kept groaning out her name, absolutely mystified by the fact that she was his, and feeling himself coil tighter with each passing second. Roughly, she took him back as deep as she could, and he felt himself at the back of her throat.

"Fuck," he grit, hissing through his teeth and knowing that if she were to do that again, he was a goner.

Her head came back up, her tongue swirling over his tip and shallowly dipping into the tiny hole there. He jumped in his seat, ignoring the snort of humor she let out at his reaction. Again, and again, her tongue circled around him, much like what his had done when it had been him between her legs. His body tightened at the thought, his mind conjuring up the image of Felicity spread out for him, his mouth overtaking her as she cried out his name.

He knew he was close. Hell, he'd been close before she'd even touched him. That's how incredibly she affected him. His body raised from the chair in jerky movements, so close to what it needed that it hurt. Felicity was apparently reading him like a book, because she dipped her head lower, taking him all the way to the back of her throat again- and swallowing.

There was no stopping it even if he tried. He let go, groaning as his release shot into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed every last drop of him, making it seem like the easiest thing in the world. He swore, he almost got hard all over again from that. His shoulders sagged as he slumped back into the chair, and she gave a few more bobs of her head before pulling back.

"How was that?" she cheekily asked, putting her skirt back on.

Oliver rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. "You almost fucking killed me, that's how it was."

She giggled, and he reached for her, tugging her onto his lap. She was sitting on him now, and his hands slid under her skirt as his lips met hers. His tongue ravaged her mouth, tasting himself on her. Somehow, that made it even more erotic, and he hummed against her lips because of it. She pulled back after a few seconds, and he knew it was only because she didn't have the time to start something again.

"I really have to get back to work," she mumbled against his lips.

He exhaled, releasing his grip on her wrists. "That's not a very hot thing to say."

She laughed, getting off his lap. He stood up, pulling his pants up, and fixing them. Felicity waited for him, and when he was done, she gave him another kiss, this one less heated then the ones before.

"You know, that was really risky of us to pull something like that," she acknowledged.

He shrugged. "Not really. Those people never have a reason to come back after a meeting, and this entire floor is all mine."

She rolled her eyes, grinning. "This entire building is all yours."

He smirked, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Is the truth of your pursuing me finally coming out, Ms. Smoak?"

She scoffed. "I believe it was you who was pursuing me, Mr. Queen."

He smiled, resisting the urge to take her on the table just like he'd wanted to do. Instead, he let her go with another long kiss, watching her walk away with a grin so wide, it hurt. It took him a long while before he could think of something other than her.

Felicity typed rapidly, wanting to get through the easy work so that she'd be able to leave at a decent hour tonight. It was Wednesday afternoon, and she'd just returned from lunch with Caitlin. She hadn't seen Oliver since their interaction in the conference room earlier that week. Tuesday hadn't been a good day for her since she'd had to tell her company about the budget cuts and which projects were getting cut. Oliver had given her her space, understanding.

But now she was sick of space.

She'd thought about risking a visit to his office earlier that morning, but according to his assistant, he was going to be in meetings all day. The only free time he was going to have was towards the end of the day, and by then Felicity could just wait for him to drop by after hours. She heaved another sigh of frustration, hating herself for how attached she'd grown to him after only such a short amount of time.

Just then, a little window popped up on her screen, a message written on it. Felicity always got IMs from people in her department, normally with them asking her for help on super easy things. She averted her gaze to the message, and her heart started pounding when she read who it was from: Oliver Queen.

I've been stuck in meetings all day. I miss you.

She grinned so wide, typing back as fast as she could. Still, it felt like her fingers couldn't move fast enough to type the simple reply she was sending to him.

I miss you, too. I was going to stop by your office, but your assistant told me you were all booked for today.

He wrote back after mere seconds, and she scooted her chair in to be closer to the screen.

I have to go back to my meeting in a few minutes. We took a quick break, and I just wanted to talk to you. How's work going?

Her heart thrummed, and she tried to fight that overwhelming passion she felt for him. She realized it wasn't going to work when it only continued to grow. Then, she figured out that she didn't want to fight it.

Trying to focus is hard when I can't stop thinking about you.

She waited for him to write back, each passing second making her more nervous. She thought that maybe he'd been called back into the meeting suddenly, and didn't have time to say goodbye. Or, she thought he'd read her message, and didn't find it necessary to respond. In actuality, it had only been about thirty seconds, but that felt like an eternity to her.

Go out with me Friday night? Please?

She reread the message about a zillion times, feeling her entire body heat up with so many different feelings, she couldn't hang onto just one. The way he could make her feel after just a few words was insane. And she was sure he didn't even know it.

Nothing would make me happier.

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