Chapter 1
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She felt guilty, she felt ashamed. Olivia practically forced Peter on this case, although it was for good reason. His sister was murder in front of his eyes. You can't undo the damage that holds. Taking a timid step to his office door. Inhale, exhale. Lifting up her hand to knock on the cold glass. "Come in" his voice sounds lifeless, broken. Walking in felt like entering a graveyard, silent and unwelcoming. He was sitting in a man spreading position with his elbows on his thighs. By the looks of it he had been drinking. A bottle lines the coffee table by the couch. He hasn't looked up at her, almost like he's in his own head. "Thanks to Miguel the feds rounded up all of his associates surrounding the border." Her voice cracks as she updates him. His eyes meet hers, there watery and bloodshot. "That's good." It's all he is able to say, his heavy heart contains numbness. "Peter, I'm so sorry." She wasn't even planning on saying that at this moment, it just fell out. Silent falls across the room, she feels unwelcome. Her hands fall to the side of her thighs in defeat. A long sigh escapes his lips. He needs space, she shouldn't have come. Awkwardly moving back to open up the door, to flee the room. As she's moving his voice pierces the air " I was nine". She turns around slowly, their eyes finding each other. He takes a breath and starts again," playing stickball in the schoolyard with my buddies Pam shows up with a bloody lip" she can tell he's struggling to voice this memory. It's pure pain, nothing can change this. His thick hand rubs down his face, trying to conceal a breakdown. "She said Billy Collier pushed her down the stairs" he takes another moment to breathe and collect his thoughts. "I beat the living hell out of him." This doesn't surprise her, Peter seems protective and loyal. His visible pain breaks her heart. A tear openly escapes her waterline as she makes her way over to him. "Peter, you have to know that there is nothing you could have done." His body language shows her that he doesn't believe her. "Nothing" she reassures him. His face is red, tears fall freely down his face now. " that last thing she said was.. Pet-" his body collapsed on hers. She offers him her comfort and stability. Holding him in her arms. He nuzzled his head in her breasts. She doesn't think much into it. Her hands are rubbing up and down his back in a soothing manner. A few minutes later his crying calms down. Her chin is on top of his head, her eyes are closed shut. She's just holding him, she's his air. Suddenly she feels his hands snake around her waist. This isn't accidental, and she knows it. Her head lifts up "Peter" Olivia said in warning. He doesn't say anything. His cold hands lift her blouse out of her pants. He needs skin on skin contact. She feels it then, the ping of arousal between her legs. This is wrong, very wrong. "Peter" she repeats again. It's almost as if he isn't listening because the next she knows is his palms are flat on her stomach. She felt his palms moving along her Waistline. She's biting her lip to stop a moan bubbling in her throat. She can only tolerate so much "Peter what are you doing?" His hand stills. His body moves away from hers. She remains sitting on the couch. He's standing now, rubbing his hands over his face. She feels small under his predatory gaze. As if a light switch off in his brain, he leans over her entire body causing her back to hit the backboard on the couch. He places his hand beside his head. His gaze travels down her cleavage. Her mind is in a fog, she's confused. He bites his bottom lip, his eyes meet hers again in that moment. Her heart is beating out of her ears. She can't help it, her eyes dropping to his lips. It was a quick look, hardly noticeable to the human eye. His brown irises are barring into her soul. She wants to push him back, she should yell at him to back the fuck off but she can't seem to form the words. Suddenly his lips fall upon hers, at first it's slow then it becomes demanding. His hand forcefully cups her jaw, opening up her mouth to him. Fuck, she needs to breathe. He won't let her. His slippery tongue traces hers. Saliva builds up in the back of her throat. She moans in satisfaction, she can't help it. Her mind is telling her to leave but her body is telling her to stay. She moves her head to the side, finding her breath. His lips move along her jaw. His tongue licks along her esophagus, before his lips latch on. He's marking her, sucking hard and relentlessly. She can't talk, she's paralyzed. Nothing had felt this good to her in a while. Her last was Tucker, he wasn't the best in bed. He left satisfied but she didn't. With Peter it's different she feels as though she could cum right now just with his lips on her neck. His hands drift down her body squeezing her thighs. " I love these thighs." He mumbles against her neck. She can hardly register what he's saying, she's so turned on. His body moves in between her legs, speeding her open for him. "We shouldn't be doing this," Olivia moaned. He didn't stop, his hands open to her belt buckle. Dragging it off her pants. Their lips reconnect. He's biting her bottom lip painfully. He unzipped her pants immediately, shoving his hand in them covering her mound. The feeling is so overwhelming. Her hips roll along his hand, at a punishing pace. Peter drags her black jeans off her legs, tossing them to the floor. Her hands move to his belt, unlatching it and dragging his jeans down his legs. He sits back down on the couch, immediately she goes to straddle him. The feel of her heat makes him spur into action. He lifts her hips once more, pulling off her black lace underwear. Her forehead falls to his, "I need you Liv." She knows that he is grieving, maybe this isn't the best idea. His hand slips in between their bodies. He fingers her slit feeling her wetness coat his fingers. "Fuck, your so hot" Peter groans out. Olivia can't talk at this moment. She is sitting up on both knees, opposite sides of his body. His finger sinks into her heat. The feeling of her silk wet walls around his fingers makes him harder than he has ever been in his life. Maybe it's the thought that he is about to fuck a lieutenant. She's more than ready, panting to him. Her hands move to his underwear pushing them down. Instantly moving to rub his erection. Precum falls between her fingers. He watches her bring her fingers to mouth and suck on it. He couldn't think, that was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. He grabs her hair, pushes her body back so she is laying on the couch. He spreads her legs for him, opening her up. They don't keep eye contact. This is Unknown territory, fucking you coworker. His hands have an iron grip on the inside of her thigh. Olivia's nails scarp up his back as he sinks into her for the first time. Her head is thrown back and her mouth is wide open in a silent moan. He doesn't wait for her to adjust before he thrust up into her. The feeling of her walls clamping down on him is so intoxicating. He's been with his fair share of women, all younger than him. He has never been with an older woman. It was completely unreal, she was so fucking tight. Her thighs are filled out beautifully, her body is curvy and her breasts are a generous size. Her ankles lock around his back as he thrusts into her again. "Fuck" Olivia moans out. He's never heard the lieutenant curse, the thought that he is making her curse because of his size makes him sink into her deeper. Her back arches off of the couch making their chests mingle together. He wants to feel her breasts, pulling down her blouse so a perfect golden globe could fall into his mouth. He increased his pace, Olivia's moaning got louder. "Liv you have to be quiet, someone could be out there." He thrusts into her again making her head spin. Her hips roll under him, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Mmm" Olivia replies to him. She latches her mouth to his covered shoulder. He deep strokes her, hitting her g spot. Sparks fly behind her eyes as her orgasm washes over her. She barely has time to breathe before he thrusts back in hard and blissfully. Her nails dig into his back as Olivias head falls back leaving her neck open to him. She marks her skin with his teeth. Any skin he finds he sucks. Her inner walls clamp down on him hard trying to push him out. He thrusts in harder causing a pleasure filled scream to fall from her lips. His hand moves over to cover her mouth. She's panting like crazy. His orgasm is just around the corner. He wants her to cum again. Moving his head down her stomach sucking above her belly button, leaving marks on her skin. He rubs her clit relentlessly, her body vibrates under him. No noises fall from her; she is completely silent. He cums inside her, filling her with all he is worth. She couldn't tell you her name if you asked her to. She just had the most intense orgasm in her life.
Fuck she can barely breathe. Peter's body falls on hers. Olivia's hands rub up and down his back to calm him. Fuck fuck fuck, now it's all hitting her. What the hell did she do? I have to get out of here. I need to leave. I just fucked the newest ADA. Peter shifts off from her, pulling out. She moans at the feeling of him. She springs to her feet grabbing her underwear and slipping them over her legs. He's just watching her adoringly. Rushing over to grab her pants and belt. Succeeding her black jeans she moves beside him to grab her boots. His hand slips around her wrist. "Liv slow down, take a breath." Does he actually think she can slow down. She has to leave, and can't look at him right now. Her mind is racing a mile a minute. His cum is slipping out of her into her underwear. Pulling on her heeled boots she looks at him once more. "Peter I'm truly sorry about your sister" she breathes out. A minute of silence passes before she practically runs out of the office.
He knew that she would run. Maybe they shouldn't have done this. It felt good to be held by her, to be touched by her and to be kissed by her. She smells like shay and vanilla, her skin tastes sweet. I could taste her all night. Her body is perfect in his eyes. She's intriguing, he's drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Damn it, grabbing the tequila from the table and chugging it. He just fucked his coworker on the night his sister was murdered. Taking a deep breath in, the office smells like sex. This was undoubtedly stupid, how is he supposed to face her tomorrow at work? FUCK!
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