**Just reminding you all that this chapter contains some smut. If you are easily offended, or it just isn't your thing, feel free to skip it and pick up with chapter 22. As always thank you all for the feedback. I hope you all enjoy!

"I'm taking you to bed," he growled into her ear.

"Good," she panted, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She allowed him to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, her lips already finding their way back to his.

Fitz slid his hands up her skirt, cupping her firm ass in his palms. She shifted in his arms, trying to move so that his hand would make contact with her aching clit.

When they made it to the bedroom, Fitz lowered her to her feet. His hands slid to her hips, slowly turning her until she was facing away from him. He gently pulled her body into his, until her back was flush against front.

"Am I hurting you?"

Olivia shook her head, urging him to continue. The small amount of pain was nothing compared to the exhilarating pleasure that was coursing through her entire body. She let out a small whimper as he pressed his hardness into her, igniting a new wave of heat spreading through her core. Olivia squeezed her legs together, trying to alleviate some of the aching need.

She distinctly heard him moan, his hands moving to her zipper. He inched it down, placing feather light kisses down her back as he exposed her naked skin.

Fitz wanted to take this slow, to savor every inch of her. He could spend the entire night kissing this small strip of skin alone, but there was so much more of her to explore. Fitz needed to kiss every inch of her, touch every inch of her, taste every inch of her.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his arms wrapping around her, his fingers massaging her clit through her dress. Even through the fabric, he could feel that she was already slick for him. She arched her back, praying to God that he wouldn't stop. She needed to get these damn underwear off, she needed his fingers on and in her without any barriers. He had teased since she met him, each time he left her with her orgasm just out of reach. She needed the release before she exploded.

She slipped out of the dress, exposing one shoulder, and then the other before the letting it slide down her body and pool at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes, kicking the pile of discarded clothing off to the side.

"Mmm. No bra," he whispered into her ear, trailing his hands up to cup her bare breasts. He marveled at how perfectly her breasts fit into his hand, as if they were created for him to fondle. His fingers massaged her fullness. The needy moans coming from Olivia made Fitz wish that he could see the look on her face.

His lips moved to her shoulder, trailing wet kisses from her newly exposed shoulder to her collarbone and back again while running his fingers along the hills and valleys of her soaked panties. Her body couldn't take his teasing anymore, her clit throbbing with anticipation.

Reaching her hands behind her, she finished unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. She turned around to face him, her hand moving to his zipper, before pushing his pants to the ground. She hooked her fingers into the band of his boxer shorts, slowly pulling them down as he kicked off his shoes and socks.

Her eyes widened as Fitz's cock sprung free. She knew that he was large from stroking him through his pants, but she didn't expect him to be this well endowed. "Fuck. It's perfect," she thought to herself. Olivia had never considered penises to be attractive, and had never described one as perfect before, but Fitz's was. It was long and thick, and all the she could think about was how it would feel inside of her.

Olivia's hand reached out, wrapping her fist tightly around his base, kneeling down to kiss his tip. He thought that he might explode the second that he felt her lips come into contact with his manhood.

Fitz reminded himself that tonight had to be about her, only her. He would happily die tomorrow if he could spend tonight buried deep inside her, but he couldn't forget the doctor's warning about avoiding sex. He felt control slipping away as she took the tip of his cock into her warm mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, trying to clear the incredible feeling of her mouth on him from his mind and body.

He would have to stay in control tonight, doing anything that could hurt her was not an option.

Fitz pulled her up, and moved her onto the bed, pulling back just enough so that her entire body came into focus. He stood above her, his eyes roaming over her exposed body, hoping to make a permanent memory of exactly how she looked spread across his bed, covered by only a few small scraps of material. He had fantasized about how she would look, but this was so much better.

"Fitz. I need you to fuck me. Now," she whimpered, needing to feel him inside of her.

"So demanding," he teased, incredibly turned on by her need.

Olivia opened her eyes to see Fitz standing above her, staring. She smiled up at him, her eyes communicating the aching need that her body was experiencing. She openly admired his beautiful features, dropping her eyes to feast on his toned arms, his defined chest, and finally to his hard cock.

He carefully guided his body down on top of hers, supporting himself with his elbows, not wanting her to bear too much of his weight.

"I love you," he said, wanting to make his feelings known before he spoke again. He felt her hips rise from the bed, grinding her wet core against his hardness. Olivia was beyond ready. She hoped that he could feel how wet and ready she was through the fabric of her underwear.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked, wanting to make sure that she wasn't having second thoughts.

"I need you to be inside of me Fitz," she answered, wanting to assure him that she wasn't having second thoughts. "Now."

"Not tonight, Sweet Baby. Doctor's orders."

Her face fell. "Is he fucking serious?" she wondered to herself. This was her one night to do what she wanted, and she wanted the naked man on top of her to fuck her into oblivion. She had practically served herself to him on a silver platter, and now he was saying crazy shit like we won't have sex. This must be a dream. Fitzgerald Grant was a man whore, presumably one the biggest man whores in the country, and he was her telling her that he would not be having sex with her tonight while his naked body was on top of hers. If this wasn't so irritating, she would be laughing hysterically at how ridiculous this was.

"We'll go slow," she pleaded.

"No Livvie. I'm not willing to risk hurting you."

Before she could respond, she felt his weight shift from her body. She instantly missed his weight, the way his body covered hers, and his hot skin against her naked flesh.

The roughness of his fingertips skimmed over the smooth skin of her stomach, circling around her navel before grazing the sensitive skin of her hipbone. Her body jerked involuntarily as his fingers traveled over a particularly sensitive patch of skin. He smiled down at her reaction, running his fingertips over the same patch of skin, enjoying how her body reacted to his touch. His fingers continued their ascent over her ribs, lingering just below her breasts.

"Spread those beautiful legs for me ," he commanded. positioning his body between her already parted legs.

"Wider baby," he murmured, moving his hands to her thighs, gently coaxing them further apart. He was hardly able to move, stunned by the most erotic sight he had ever seen. She was on display for him, spread eagle, only a tiny scrap of fabric covering the part of her body that he craved most. Her hands were reaching for him, and it took every ounce of self-control not to move himself to her entrance.

Olivia's body was craving release, her core throbbing inside the lacy fabric of her thong. Instinctively, she slipped her hand beneath the band of the panties, her fingers immediately going to work on her clit. His hand was on her before she knew it, pulling her fingers from her clit and guiding them to his lips.

"It's sexy as hell when you touch yourself, but I don't need your help," he growled , licking the wetness from her fingers.

"Mmmm. You're so sweet," he said, before taking her fingers into his mouth to suck off the last of her juices.

His mouth moved along her collarbone, gently palming her left breast. The stubble from his cheek grazed her skin as his mouth traveled down to her right breast, licking around the nipple before taking it into his mouth. He gently tugged her nipple with his teeth before sucking the hard bud back into his mouth.

She had never been one of those girls to get off on a man touching her breasts, but, "Oh my fucking God," she screamed as she felt a current run from her breast straight to her center. Her hands grabbed his bare ass, pushing his erection against her throbbing core as she lifted her body off of the mattress. Her head was hazy, and she gasped for breath in between her moans. His mouth continued his ministrations while his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. His fingers ran through her slit, rubbing her wetness onto her clit. Olivia let out a long pleading moan as his fingers came into contact with her clit.

"Your so wet for me Livvie. You've wanted me to touch your pussy all day, haven't you?" he growled against her breast.

"Please fuck me Fitz," she managed, too wrapped up in her own pleasure to realize that she was begging for his cock.

He could feel that she was close, reveling in the fact that her body was so responsive to him. His fingertips grazed her clit, feather light touches in perfect rhythm with the stimulation of her nipples.

"Let go Sweet Baby."

Her body obeyed his command, her muscles tensing beneath him, her fingernails frantically digging into the bare ass. All of the sensations blurred together, her body desperately giving into her release.

After the last wave shook her body, Fitz kissed her nipple gently before looking up at her. Her entire body was still tingling from her orgasm, her eyes closed, which Fitz used as an opportunity to watch her. She was glowing, her hair falling haphazardly on the pillow. Olivia was his dream turned reality, a vision laying there just as he had imagined her, looking beautiful and sated. Her eyes opened, and his cock twitched when her eyes met his.

"Thank you," she said quietly as she smiled down at him. "Oh my God, did I just thank him?" she groaned inwardly. "I love you. That was amazing. Holy fuck that felt good. Any of those would have been fine. But no. I had to thank him," she thought. She made a mental note that should she ever have another affair, she would have to brush up on her pillow talk. With Edison, she had her standard, "That was great baby," before she would roll over frustrated and unsatisfied.

He chuckled, amused that she was thanking him. She attempted to push him off of her, wanting to thank him in a more appropriate manner - her lips wrapped around his cock.

"I need you in my mouth Fitz" she purred, her eyes wide with desire. "Well, that was better than thank you," she thought, mentally high fiving herself.

"I'm not finished with you Livvie." He slid down her body, stopping only to place a single kiss on the thin fabric covering her slick core.

"Did he seriously just turn down a blow job?" she wondered, before her thoughts were interrupted by him kissing up her instep, sending a shiver through her entire body. His lips trailed up her calf, placing a single kiss behind her knee, starting his ascent up her thigh. He slipped his fingers under the band of her panties, inching them down , leaving her fully exposed to him.

"So beautiful" he managed between kisses.

His mouth moved up , his tongue flicking across warm skin of her inner thigh. He moved to her outer thigh, kissing his way up toward her hipbone. She let out a gasp as he sunk his teeth into her sensitive skin. Her hands moved to his back, her fingernails gently running over his bare flesh.

His tongue licked across her stomach, circling around her navel before dipping to her pubic bone. He lifted his head, needing to see the look on her face before he buried his head between her legs.

"I love you Livvie," he said looking into her eyes, craving the connection he felt when they looked at each other. Her eyes were glossy with lust, but filled with warmth when she heard his declaration. He could tell that she wanted to say it in return, but something was holding her back. Her fingers tugged at his hair, puling him toward her lips. She kissed him with all the passion that filled her eyes moments ago, her way of showing him that she loved him.

"I need to taste you. Is that OK baby?" he asked, not wanting to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.

"Oh God yes," she purred as she spread her legs wider for him. It had been a long time since she had felt anyone's mouth on her, but she had no doubts that she wanted Fitz's all over her.

He moved down, tracing the ridge of her pubic bone with his tongue. His fingers parted her lips and she whimpered softly as his mouth lowered onto her. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as his tongue skimmed through her wetness. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, his eyes hooded and drunk with lust. His tongue lazily trailed her length, grazing over her clit and sending her body into convulsions before continuing his lazy exploration back through her wetness.

He lifted his head to look at her, his lips and chin covered in her juices.

"You taste so sweet, so fucking sweet," he growled before moving his mouth back onto her aching core. She writhed beneath him, moaning loudly every time his tongue circled and stroked her swollen clit. His tongue swirled around her bundle, pulling her so close to the edge, teasing her, before moving his mouth back to her warm wet core. His tongue circled her before he plunged inside. His tongue darted in and out of her, plunging deeper, swirling his tongue in exploration, his lips mounted against her opening sucking her gently. She threw her head back, lifting her hips to meet him, urging his tongue to penetrate her deeper. He withdrew his tongue, running it along her swollen inner lips until he reached her clit. He sealed his lips around her bundle, applying gentle pressure as he sucked.

"Oh MM Fi, oh" she moaned loudly as he began flicking his tongue against her clit, his rhythm increasing with every moan.

He knew that she was close, her muscles tense and her body became more rigid as her heaving breathing and moans filled the room. He released her clit, moving his mouth back to her center. He wanted to tease her, hear her beg for him. He began lapping up her nectar as if it was his last meal, his tongue running the her length, intentionally avoiding any contact with her aching clit.

"Please," she whimpered, her hands moving into his hair and trying to coax him back to her clit.

He reluctantly moved his mouth off of her. "Please what Sweet Baby?"

"Make me cum," she managed through her frustration.

Fitz lowered her head back between her legs, flattening his tongue to cover her core, slowly moving through her wetness until his mouth made contact with her clit. She was so close, remaining right on the edge even after he pulled away.

His tongue circled around her clit, avoiding direct contact as he circled closer and closer. She let out a long satisfied gasp as he began running his tongue over her bundle, alternating between long sucks and quick rhythmic flicks of his tongue.

She couldn't hold on any longer, her eyes rolled back, unintelligible sounds coming from her mouth between breathy pants. He could tell that this orgasm was more intense, her body writhing, her hands tugging his hair violently.

His tongue continued to glide through her wetness, eagerly lapping up all of her sweetness, as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

As the world the came back into view, she realized that his mouth and tongue and teeth were still on her, still exploring her sex. "He's like a kid who refuses to get off a ride at Disneyland," she thought to herself, realizing that he was going to attempt shattering her for the 3rd time this evening. Olivia laid breathless, her body physically exhausted as she struggled to use the last ounce of energy to open her eyes.

"I can't," she panted, as she felt a familiar warmth radiating through her core.

He flattened his tongue, savoring one last long lick before mouth moved to her inner thigh, just below her apex. His mouth sucked on her smooth skin, his fingers gliding through her drenched slit.

Her back jerked off of the mattress, as he slid his middle finger deep into her feeling her walls immediately clench around him.

"I can feel how fucking tight you are around me," he growled as he slipped another finger inside of her.

She was so tight, he couldn't even image what it would feel like to have her walls clenching around his cock. He thrust his fingers into her, slipping deeper inside of her, his mouth and tongue administering devastating blows to her clit. She arched her back, craving more contact,wanting him to penetrate her deeper – suck her harder.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she screamed as he hooked his fingers inside of her, tapping and massaging her g-spot with each thrust.

Her primal screams filled the room, her body bucking uncontrollably, her nails clawing frantically into his back and shoulders. He never stopped his rhythmic stimulation, guiding her through the longest most intense orgasm of her life.

Her body went limp, falling back into the mattress as the last jolts of pleasure exited her body. Her eyes were heavy, far too heavy to try to open them just yet. Through her haze, she could make out the familiar baritone of his voice, although she couldn't make out what he was saying to her.

She mumbled something, although she wasn't sure what she had said. She heard him chuckle as she managed to open her eyes.

Fitz was laying next to her, rolled onto his side, his hand splayed wide on her stomach. The first thing she saw were his eyes, blue and intense, looking back at her. He grinned at her proudly, and she noticed that some of her juices still lingered on his chin. His hair was messy, looking as though someone had taken their frustration out on it.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her, tempted to go down on her again, but resisted, knowing that she was exhausted.

"That was incredible," she managed, still a little bit dazed and trying to stifle a yawn.

"It was. You're incredible," he said, his mouth moving to hers for a quick kiss.

She used her body to coax him onto his back, her fingers running through his chest hair, down his stomach and toward his cock.

"Night tonight Tiger. You're exhausted and we're going to bed."

"But," she began before he cut her off.

"We are going to sleep," he said firmly.

She whimpered as he repositioned her limp body onto her side.

She felt the bed dip as he moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her, cupping her breast into his hand. He slid her body back into his, his warm chest pressing into her back.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, concerned that his member poking into her ass might be causing her some discomfort.

"Perfect," she mumbled sleepily.

"I love you so much Sweet Baby. This was the best night of my entire life," he whispered against her ear.

His hand moves from her breast, his fingers trailing winding paths along from her chest to her stomach and along her hips. His hands soothed her, and his warm breath caressing her neck lulled her to sleep.

"Mine too," she said quietly, before her breath evened and she fell asleep.

Fitz didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but the fact that they shared the best night of their lives together gave him hope. He didn't want this night to end, so he held her, savoring her softness, her warmth, and her scent.

Fitz reluctantly let her go when she began to shift in her sleep, assuming that she wasn't comfortable in her current position. Fitz carefully moved off of the bed, making sure not to wake her before leaving her alone in his bed. His mind was stuck in the on position, and he needed a few minutes alone to think clearly.

When he returned, he walked over to her side of the bed, placing a small ivory envelope with her name written in simple script onto her nightstand. He walked to his side, scooping his pants up from the floor on his way. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and proceeded to read and then delete all of the messages without responding to a single one.

Obviously, Edison found out that he had taken Liv out to dinner, and he was pissed. He wondered how he could have possibly found out about their dinner. Was he having her followed? He quickly dismissed the theory. He was fairly certain that Edison would be at his door, kicking the shit out of him if he knew that his was wife was laying naked in Fitz's bed.

Fitz didn't care how pissed off Edison was at him, but he was sickened how Edison referred to his wife in the texts. Fitz needed a plan to make her stay, to keep away from Edison, and out of DC this weekend. He also made a mental note to delete all the messages from her phone before he returned it to her.

He looked at Olivia, asleep peacefully beside him, her unruly curls covering her face. He reaching his hand out, tucking the strands behind her ears to get a better look at her face. This was the face of the woman he loved, his goddess, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life making happy and protecting.

He watched her for a long time, trying to memorize how perfect she looked while she slept. Not being able to resist, he lifted his phone and snapping a quick picture of her in the dark. Her body shifted in reaction to the flash,but she didn't wake up.

He finally felt as though he would be able to get some sleep, but still had something to take care of before he settle in for the night. Opening his phone's browser, he typed in "Award Winning French Toast," and began scrolling through results. His search eventually brought him to a recipe that was reviewed 5 stars by over 1900 people. Assuming that 1900 people couldn't be wrong, he decided that this would be the french toast that he would make for Olivia in the morning.

Not wanting to wake Kate up in the middle of the night, he opted to send her an e-mail rather than a text. He knew that she got up ridiculously early, and immediately checked her email. Fitz attached a screen shot of the recipe and asked her to make sure that he had all of the ingredients first thing in the morning along with a bouquet of flowers. He placed his phone back onto the nightstand, and snuggled into Olivia.

Olivia opened her eyes, surrounded by total darkness and was immediately aware of a constant throbbing pain in her back. She shifted, hoping that the change in position would ease some of the pain. A large muscular arm was wrapped around her waist, making it difficult for her to adjust her position. She laid still, trying to work out where she was, smiling as the memories from last night came flooding back.

She slowly lifted his arm, attempting to slip out of his grasp unnoticed. She was just about to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, when she heard his sleepy voice.

"Are you OK Livvie?"

"I'm fine. I'm just going to get some water. Go back to sleep," she whispered.

Fitz lifted his body from the mattress, still groggy and looking adorable with a serious case of bed head.

"I'll get it. You stay here," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"No, really. I need to get something out of my purse too. I'll be right back."

"Just tell me what you need Livvie, I'll bring it up," he offered, not wanting her leave the comfort of the bed.

"I forgot to take my birth control," she lied, not wanting to admit that she was in pain and in desperate need of a pain pill. "I'll be back in two minutes."

Defeated, he flopped back onto the bed, as she pulled on her dress and made her way downstairs.

Olivia walked back into the room to find Fitz asleep and sprawled naked across the bed. She gently moved his arm to make room as she slid into bed, still in her dress. His arms immediately wrapped around her.

"Hi," he whispered into her ear.

"Hi," she replied, trying not to smile.

"What's this?" he pouted, his fingers running along the fabric of her dress.

"It's the closest thing I have to pajamas when you don't let me pack," she laughed.

"All your clothes are here Livvie, I had Kate bring them."

" But I told you, I want you naked in my bed," he growled as he began unzipping the back of the dress.

She obliged, pulling the dress down and kicking it to the floor.

"Better?"

"Much," he grinned, as he moved his body against her. His sudden warmth made her shiver, and Fitz pulled the white sheet over both of them. His hand snaked around her, settling comfortably on her stomach.

He snuggled into her, his nose in her hair, breathing her in.

"I love you," he whispered into her neck, immediately feeling her muscles tense in his arms. She didn't respond, laying still in his arms, allowing tears to stream down her cheeks until she fell asleep.