If Only You Knew

by TheBookofTaste

Reeling from her broken engagement, Olivia Pope accepts an assignment in LA for her law firm. There she runs into the sexy, blue eyed architect she met at her cousin's wedding. She's not ready for a new relationship, but she agrees to a fling with Fitz while she's in LA. It is that fling that will change her life forever. **These characters belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.**

18. Chapter 17

"It is often difficult to get other people to follow your train of thought. Stop trying. It's your train." ~Unknown

As always, thank you guys so much for your reading IOYK and leaving your kind and constructive comments. I read every comment and PM. I'm currently taking a creative writing class for fun, at a local community center and this story about our favorite couple is a result of what I've learned so far. I'm enjoying everything about it and tickled that you guys are too. Thanks again for going on this Olitz journey with me. It is greatly appreciated. Enjoy.

P.S. I was going to divide this chapter into three parts, but then I didn't feel like it. lol It's a long read, but you don't have to read it all at once. Enjoy it over the holiday. Also, some of you have some really strong opinions about Ford Grant.

TBOT

Antigua, January, 2014

Olivia spent the next four days at her apartment. She and her team were working on multiple valuation models for their client, and she was spending long hours in the office. She was exhausted each night she walked through the front door and had just enough energy to climb the stairs and collapse onto the bed.

She and Fitz did manage to have lunch together on Monday and dinner on Tuesday, and they talked daily. By Wednesday afternoon the models were complete and presented to Massey-Carr. She would give the client a week for their feedback.

By seven o'clock Thursday morning, she and Fitz were on their way to Van Nuys Airport. He'd called her when he arrived and took the elevator to the penthouse floor along with a bellhop. She opened the door for the men and they entered the apartment. She pointed the bellhop to her luggage and he picked it up and quietly left the apartment. She turned and walked into Fitz's arms.

"I'm so ready to go. I just need to grab my purse and my tote."

"Sure." He watched her as she climbed the stairs and disappeared before he took a seat. His thoughts went back to another time he waited for her. It was over three weeks ago, when he'd just showed up at this very hotel and surprised her. They'd grown closer in such a short time, and here they were about to take a mini vacation together. He couldn't believe his life.

After a few minutes, she descended the stairs carrying her purse, Goyard tote and a large straw hat.

"I'm ready."

He stood. "Yes, you are. You look gorgeous by the way."

She was wearing an orange cotton maxi sundress emblazoned with large peonies and brown leather wedge sandals.

Turning around in a three-hundred-sixty degree turn, she gave him the full view, which included two wide straps crisscrossing her bare back to the waist.

"You like?"

He walked over and pulled her to him and looked down into her smiling face. "I love."

"Thank God for personal shoppers. I knew I wouldn't have time to shop so she was a lifesaver."

He knew she could "feel" what he thought about her and the dress. They were both very aware that they hadn't had sex in seven days and were ready to remedy that…soon. Taking her tote and purse in one hand, he took her hand in the other and they quickly left the apartment.

Pepi was standing next to the SUV with the rear door open when they emerged from the hotel. Olivia got in and settled back against Fitz for the thirty minute ride.

They arrived at Van Nuys Airport and drove through security after having their passports stamped. They then drove directly onto the tarmac and stopped in front of a sleek Gulfstream jet. She noticed GH and several numbers on the aircraft's tail.

Pepi opened the back door and Fitz stepped out before extending his hand to assist Olivia, while a crew member retrieved their luggage. "Mr. Grant, the tower has cleared the pilot for takeoff, so whenever you're ready." They walked behind him toward the airplane and watched as he stored their bags. When he finished, Fitz escorted Olivia up the steps of the jet and into the cabin.

A flight attendant greeted them both before taking their drink orders. Fitz showed Olivia to her seat in the aircraft and watched as she fastened her seatbelt, before turning in his seat to face her. Just as he was about to speak, the attendant returned with their mimosas. "As soon as I take a seat, we will be on our way. Once we reach cruising altitude, the crew will serve breakfast." She handed them both a menu before walking away.

Fitz turned to her and raised his glass for a toast. "Here's to you, Livvie. May the memories we make this weekend be many and unforgettable." Olivia smiled at his toast, raising her glass to lightly tap his. "Here, here." She took a sip of her drink, before turning to gaze out of the small oval window as the jet taxied down the runway before picking up speed. She felt Fitz's hand on hers and turned to look at him as the jet lifted, climbing rapidly into the early morning sky.

Olivia knew that any kind of life with Fitz would be filled with surprises and extravagances. He didn't do anything halfway. She was also accustomed to this lifestyle as well but what she loved about him was even though he lived the kind of life many only dream about, nothing he did seemed fake or done for his ego, or trying to impress. It was simply the way he lived and he didn't mind sharing it with her.

They ordered and were served a sumptuous breakfast before both reclined their seats into beds and fell asleep.

Olivia was disoriented when she felt someone shake her awake. "Wake up, baby. We're almost there." She sat up and looked around. "You have to sit up. We're about to descend." He helped her pull up her seat and fastened her seatbelt.

The plane landed smoothly at VC Bird International airport in St. John's. It was close to six-thirty local time. By the time they stepped onto the tarmac, their bags had been unloaded. They were greeted by an airport host and quickly cleared through customs. "Mr. Grant, I'll show you to your car. They followed the host along with the porter, who'd retrieved their bags, to a classic navy two-seater convertible Mercedes Benz roadster coupe.

Olivia looked up at him. "You like classic convertibles, don't you?"

He laughed. "Yeah, they're my favorites," he responded as he assisted her into the passenger seat and closed the door. He waited for the porter to load their luggage in the trunk of the car. When he finished Fitz tipped him, came around to right hand driver's side and got behind the wheel.

"Is this your car?" She looked around at the tan interior.

He started the engine before answering her question. "No. It belongs to my grandfather, Senior. I drive it when I'm here visiting. It's a classic and he doesn't really like any of us driving it, but luckily he trusts me."

She nodded. "How long will it take us to get to Casa Grant?" she asked, smothering a yawn.

Fitz looked over at her. "About thirty, forty-five minutes."

"That far," she slurred, trying in vain to keep her eyes opened.

"That far," he repeated, before pulling out of the parking spot, through the lot and onto Sir Sydney Walling Highway toward St. Johns. He glanced over at her and saw that she was sound asleep. He turned on the radio and sang along with the sounds of the Eagles. He and Olivia would have three days together, uninterrupted, before they returned to L.A. Monday afternoon. It wasn't long but he considered himself lucky that she'd agreed to celebrate her birthday with him.

Olivia did not stir as Fitz carried her into the master bedroom, placing her gently on the bed. He removed her shoes and dress. She moaned but did not wake up. Staring at her laying there in just a pair of black lace boy shorts, he felt a sense of possessiveness well up in his chest. This beautiful, intelligent woman was his for the next two months.

Leaning over, he pulled the light blanket and sheet up over her before he turned off the bedside lamp. Removing all of his clothes, he slipped in bed beside her. She moaned again and moved closer to his heat, her breast pressed to his chest. He gritted his teeth against the torture and held his breath until she stopped moving. He heard her breathing again and after a while, joined her in sleep.

X

Olivia woke up confused. Her eyelids fluttered. Stretching her bare arms above her head, she glanced up at the mosquito netting above the bed. Turning her head, she stared into a pair of ocean blue eyes staring back at her. Pulling up the sheet, she covered her breasts, suddenly feeling exposed. Her gaze swept from his face to his smooth muscled chest. She smiled shyly. Now she remembered. She'd fallen asleep soon after they'd driven away from the airport.

Fitz smiled that slow crooked smile she'd come to love. "Good morning and Happy Birthday, Livvie. Welcome to Antigua."

Sitting up she looked down at him. "Good morning and thank you." He turned over on his stomach resting his head on his folded arms. She ran her hand over his jaw, feeling his stubble.

He returned the gesture and reached up to touch her cheek. "I know you're probably starving. I can go downstairs and start breakfast or we can take a swim before breakfast and wait for Chef." he said.

Olivia swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I'd like option two. But I have to wash my face and brush my teeth first. What time is it?"

He reached out and picked up his watch from the night table. "Five-thirty."

"Wow, I was really tired," she said as she walked toward her luggage.

Fitz had placed the smaller of her two suitcases on the bench at the foot of the bed. She unzipped it and removed her toiletry bag. He was now sitting up in bed with his hands behind his head, smiling and enjoying the view of her unbound breasts. "You're not shy are you?"

Olivia smiled back at him, loving the way he was enjoying her semi-nudity. "With you, no," she then turned and headed to the bathroom.

They bypassed the pool and walked down a slate path through a small group of palm trees that acted as a barrier between the beach and the vegetation around the house, and across the pristine white sand, into the warm water of the sea. They rode the waves and splashed like little children as the sun rose over the island signaling the dawn of a new day.

Olivia floated over to Fitz and held onto his neck. "I'm turning into a raisin," she whispered.

He nibbled her neck. "I love raisins."

She giggled, but all play stopped when he untied her bikini top and took one of her breasts into his mouth. She gasped and buried her face against his shoulder. "I think we'd better go back inside," he mumbled.

"Please," Olivia pleaded.

They made it back inside and were both naked by the time they made it the bedroom. He walked with her wrapped around him to the bathroom to get one of the boxes of condoms he'd brought with him and then carried her back into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed before crawling between her spread legs. He placed a kiss on each one of her thighs, tasting the salt from the ocean, before leaning down and taking her clit into his mouth. Olivia's body was on fire and the sight of his head buried between her thighs was an even bigger turn on.

He feasted and she was satisfied.

She felt her climax building and arched her back and raised her hips to meet his mouth as he sucked deeply on her clit. "Fitz. Fitz. Fitz." She cried out his name. "I want you inside me."

He looked up.

She raised her head to meet his intense stare. "Now," she begged.

He kissed his way back up her body before reaching over and grabbing a condom. He tore open the package and rolled it slowly over his engorged sex. She spread her legs and arms wide to accept his body atop hers. She embraced him, one hand stroking his back. Her legs rested on the back of his thighs.

Fitz stared down at her, his blue eyes darker. He lowered his head and kissed her and guided the tip of his dick to her core. He deepened the kiss just as he entered her.

They both gasped and moaned.

"Give me all of it, Fitz," she said.

He shook his head. "It's been seven days Livvie, I'll go slow." He gave her another inch. And then another. And then another. And then one more.

"Wait, wait, wait," she pleaded.

He stopped and allowed her to adjust to him inside her.

As Fitz looked down in her face, her eyes were glazed over. Her mouth ajar. He started slowly, sliding in and out of her body and then sped up his strokes. "Fitz, I'm coming," she gasped.

"Olivia," he moaned, burying face against her neck and placing a kiss under her ear.

Their bodies were slick with sweat and their grunts moans filled the air as they tried to prolong the inevitable. Then without warning, Olivia screamed his name, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he wasn't far behind her.

For a long moment they lay together, breathing heavily. Shivering. Spent. Exhausted. He gathered her in his arms and rolled over onto his back, bringing her to lie on his chest. He pressed a kiss to her brow and moved several loose curls away from her forehead.

"Let's not wait another seven days," he whispered.

She smiled but didn't respond or open her eyes. Not long after, she was quietly snoring in her sleep. Moments later, he joined her.

X

Olivia was awakened by the ringing of her phone.

She reached out blindly to grab it from the night table. "Hello," she answered groggily.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday darling daughter, happy birthday to you!" her parent's chipper voices sang, her father slightly off key.

"Hi, Dad, Mom. Thank you."

"We wanted to catch you before you started your day," her mother said. Are you doing anything special?"

"I'm not sure," she said as moved off of Fitz and sat up on the side of the bed. Her parents didn't know that she was in another country with Fitz and she certainly wasn't going to tell them.

"Libby, it's your thirtieth birthday. You have to do something," her mother stated.

I've already done Fitz this morning, she mused.

Her mother continued. "I told your father that we should've planned a trip to L.A. to celebrate our baby's thirtieth birthday."

"Mom, it's really okay. I have a lot of work to keep me busy."

"Well baby girl, you should at least have a special dinner," Eli said.

"I may take myself out to dinner or something. How are you guys?" she changed the subject.

"We're fine, missing you."

"Me too."

"Baby girl, I'm on my way to the bench. Your mother conferenced me in so we could wish you a happy birthday together. You'll get your gifts and maybe a party when you come home."

"Daddy, no. I asked you guys not to get me a gift. I don't need a single thing."

"Well be that as it may, you only turn thirty once and we want you to remember it. So let us do this, okay?"

There was a long pause before she spoke. "Okay. Thanks. I love you guys."

"Love you too," they chorused.

Olivia ended the call and lay back against Fitz's chest before closing her eyes again.

X

When they finally made it out of bed, after calls from Olivia's sister, aunt, cousins, Poppa Lewis and her Pope grandparents, to wish her a happy birthday, the sun was already shining brilliantly in the sky. They showered (separately), dressed and made their way down to the kitchen. The chef, who worked on call for the Grant family when the house was occupied, had prepared a delicious buffet style breakfast that consisted of most of Olivia's favorites.

Once they finished eating, Fitz gave her a tour of the five bedroom villa, which included a spa, indoor gym, media room and Olympic sized pool, with its large umbrellas and loungers. They walked barefoot, hand in hand, across the highly polished mahogany floors, towards spaces decorated in shades of white, crème and island pastels. The open floor plan offered a view of the blue sea from almost anywhere in the house. The spaces flowed effortlessly from one room to the next; from the kitchen and dining area, to the living room, great room and upstairs to the bedrooms and outside to the veranda and pool. Outside, the yard was shaded by several trees almost all the down way to the private beach.

The tour ended in the master bedroom with its king-sized bed with mosquito netting and a full sitting area with a bar and an intimate second-story veranda with its unobstructed view of the beach and the ocean.

"If there's anything else you need or want, just let me know," he said coming up behind her. He lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

"It's all incredible, Fitz," she turned into his arms and returned his smile.

"Well, whatever you want is yours," he said. "This weekend is about you, birthday girl."

"Is it?" she said as she went up on her toes to kiss his lips.

"Anything."

"What are we going to do with all this space?" she murmured as her small hands reached for the button on his shorts.

"Test them all out of course, sweet baby."

She grinned up at him.

"But not now," he said removing her hands and ignoring the stunned look on her face.

"What?" he asked. "You were the one who said you didn't intend to spend your time here in Antigua, in bed. So get your shoes, or not, hat and sunscreen and meet me downstairs," he said as he ran away laughing and dodging the pillow she threw at him.

X

They spent the next few hours speed boating around the reefs, stopping for an hour to enjoy the lunch prepared by the chef, and laid out for a while on an empty beach. Fitz was currently enjoying the sight of Olivia in a tiny red bikini and the large straw hat that covered her head and face. They'd taken several pictures but he wanted this one, one of her relaxing, stress free. He'd slowed the boat down to cruising speed and she was currently laying face down and topless on the bench seat of the boat. Her complexion was now a perfect, sun kissed, dark honey brown from being in the sun.

"Are you falling asleep on me, Livvie?"

"I don't think so," she replied lazily.

Those were the only words spoken as they rode back to the boat launch. Olivia had tied her top back on and put on her cover up, much to Fitz's dismay, when they docked. They gathered their belongings, exited the boat and made their way back to house. The fresh smell of lemon met them when they walked through the back door: the housekeeper had come and gone.

After carrying their things to the bedroom, Fitz suggested a shower before her surprise. She looked at him skeptically but decided to roll with it. They showered together, unable to keep their hands off one another but with no time to take it further. Fitz left her in the shower and ten minutes later she descended the stairs wearing a fluffy white robe.

Olivia's curiosity was peaked when she was greeted by Fitz and two women in the living room.

"Hello," the tall redhead said.

"Dani, Felecia, this is Ms. Pope, the birthday girl," he said, making a quick introduction.

"Happy Birthday," they said in unison, eliciting laughter from everyone in the room.

Olivia smiled her hello and thanks before glancing at Fitz, who just chuckled softly.

"Are you ready for us?" he asked, still not giving her a clue about what he was up to.

Dani nodded. "Yes, sir. If you two are ready, so are we."

"Ready for what?" Olivia asked with a confused expression.

Fitz laughed. "It's a surprise, Livvie."

She cut her eyes at him.

He sobered. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

She answered without hesitation. "Of course."

"Good, then follow me."

He slipped his arm around her waist and guided her toward the great room. Two massage tables draped in white sheets sat in front of the glass wall, with a clear view of the ocean. Candles were strategically placed around the room and soft music was playing over the home's sound system.

"I know you like massages, so I thought a couples massage might be nice. And after the last seven days, I was hoping that we might enjoy an hour of pure relaxation together."

Olivia appreciated his thoughtfulness. "Well, Mr. Grant," she said softly, "how can I say no to that?"

Minutes later they both lay on the massage tables. Their heads were currently turned towards each other as they had their muscles kneaded, along with hand, foot and scalp massages. As they looked into each other's eyes, it took everything in them not to throw their coverings aside and release their building sexual tension. Olivia turned away first.

She reveled in the time she was spending with Fitz. They'd created a world where they were lost in one another. So much so that lately she barely took time to call her sister or her parents. She knew that it would eventually come to end, her choice, so she wanted to enjoy it all while she could. But, she still wasn't looking forward to the day they would say goodbye and go their separate ways.

"Wow, you became really tense suddenly," Felecia said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

Olivia felt Fitz's eyes on her as she tried to relax again. She turned to look at him and as if reading her thoughts, he reached out his hand to her. Olivia did the same, sliding her hand into his. When he squeezed it, she felt like he was telling her that he knew exactly how she was feeling. And that made her feel even closer to him.

The hour sped by and before either of them knew it, their massage was over. Fitz sat upright on his table. "Ladies thank you both very much. We both greatly appreciate your services.

"You're very welcome, Mr. Grant," Dani said.

Felecia assisted Olivia with putting on her robe before she stood from the table, as Fitz wrapped a large towel around his waist. Olivia didn't miss the look between the women. She was sure that neither would have minded seeing even a hint of what was underneath that towel. To see what he was working with. She looked at them both with a sly smile that said, and it's all mine.

Fitz turned to Olivia. "Excuse me for me a moment while I show the ladies out," he said as they finished packing up their equipment. He pulled on his robe before following them to the front door.

Olivia blew out all of the candles before she walked upstairs to their bedroom and out onto the veranda. She lay across a chaise lounge and waited for Fitz to return.

"Oh there you are," he said as he walked out with a bottle of chilled champagne, flutes and a small charcuterie board filled with tomatoes, olives, cheeses, grapes and slices of prosciutto. He sat the items on the small table next to the chaise lounge before moving Olivia forward so he could sit behind her. She lay back in his arms, her head resting on his chest. He reached over and filled the two flutes, handing one to her. They touched glasses before taking a sip.

"So are you enjoying your birthday so far?" he asked as he leaned down to kiss her hair.

She smiled and tilted her head to look up at him. "I'm loving it. It's been perfect."

"Good. You deserve it."

"Thank you."

For a while they sat in silence watching the sun set over the ocean as they fed one another from the plate. He had never been with a woman like this before, where words weren't needed. It was nice.

"Thank you for today, Fitz," she said softly.

"The day isn't over yet, Livvie, we have dinner reservations at seven-thirty."

She sat up and turned to look at him. "Seriously? Now you tell me?"

He chuckled at the incredulous look on her face. "It's only five-thirty, Livvie, you have time."

She stood and he followed. Before she could turn to walk away, he placed his hand on the back of head and gently pulled her closer. He kissed her softly as his hand snaked underneath her robe and squeezed her breast. She moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him. They eventually pulled away, desperate for air.

"I'm going to go find something to wear to dinner, mister."

As she turned to walk away again, he squeezed her butt cheek prompting her to squeal and laugh. "You do that." He watched her as she walked towards the closet before he picked up the board and left the balcony, heading to the kitchen. They could finish the champagne while they got dressed.

X

They dined at a five star restaurant, The Cove, located in St. Johns on a cliff top overlooking the Caribbean Sea. She wore a form fitting, off the shoulder dress that landed just above her knees. The dress was a vibrant red, a color she didn't wear often. But from the looks that Fitz and a few other men in the restaurant were giving her, including the valet who stared at her bare legs a little too long and earned a stony glare from Fitz, she needed to start adding the color to her wardrobe.

Their four course meal included Gazpacho soup, Tandoori chicken and seared beef salad with chili appetizers, and seared swordfish for Fitz and Beef Rendang for Olivia. And for dessert, the staff rolled out a six inch buttermilk chocolate layer cake, lit with sparkling candles, to their table. The entire restaurant sang Happy Birthday, which embarrassed and also amused her. The waiter even offered to take a few pictures. She closed her eyes and made a wish before opening them to blow out the candles. It was then that she noticed a blue box tied with a white ribbon sitting on the table. She looked at the box and back at Fitz twice, before finally speaking.

"Fitz, you didn't have to get me anything. This weekend is more than enough."

"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. Now open it."

It was too big to be a ring…at least she hoped so. Lifting the box, she untied the ribbon and removed the lid. Inside was another box which she removed and slowly opened. She gasped. It was a diamond heart pendant, set in platinum. He'd spent a lot of money on the necklace.

"Oh no, Fitz," she said, shaking her head, "it's too much. I can't accept this."

"Livvie, it's a birthday gift. No strings attached," he said, interrupting her.

"I'm sorry…I…I can't accept it," she said again. "It wouldn't be right. I mean I'm just coming to terms with the earrings. I know they came from your heart, but this…"

"You don't think this came from my heart, too?"

"Of course I do, but…"

"Let's not argue. It's a gift; a gift of my heart, for the woman who holds all of it in her hands."

Speechless, she stared at him and her eyes filled with tears. Fitz reached across the table and slid the box toward him before removing the necklace. He stood and walked around the table. It took several attempts, but he finally fastened the clasp. The recessed lighting reflected off the diamonds that glowed against her tanned, honey brown skin. He walked back to the other side of the table and took his seat.

"It's beautiful. Thank you so much for the gift. I'll treasure it forever."

He winked at her. "Not as beautiful as you, Livvie. And you're welcome"

Fitz ordered a bottle of champagne so they could toast her thirtieth rotation in life. By the time the waiter returned with the check and the boxed cake, Olivia was exhausted and slightly inebriated. And sexually aroused.

X

Olivia danced through the front door of the house backward, beckoning to Fitz with her finger. "You owe me a dance, Mr. Grant."

Fitz closed the door, dropped her shoes on the floor and set the bag with the cake on a side table before taking her in his arms and swinging out with her across the living room, humming.

"You hum nicely, baby, but how about putting on some music?" she suggested.

He looked down into her face. "What's your pleasure, sweet baby?" She shrugged as Fitz spun her around and around until she begged him to stop. Removing his jacket, he walked over to the elaborate sound system and found the remote. Seconds later, the house was filled with the sounds of Marvin Gaye. Pulling Olivia to his body, he started to move to the beat as she followed his lead. He leaned down and sang along with Marvin, in her ear:

I want you, the right way
I want you
But I want you to want me too
Want you to want me, baby
Just like I want you.

Closing her eyes, she moved with him as he danced her through the living room and up the stairs toward their bedroom. She felt lightheaded from the glasses of champagne and wine, but she was still in control. Her arms went around his neck and she held on to him for dear life.

They stood next to the bed as Fitz leaned in and kissed a trail down her neck as his hands found the zipper on her dress. He unzipped it and pushed it down to her waist. She wore a bronze strapless bra with front clasp covering her perfect breasts. She unsnapped the bra and it fell to the floor. Next she pushed her dress down and off and stood before him in a bronze thong.

She looked at Fitz as she unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it. The shirt joined her dress and bra on the floor. He lowered his head licked first one nipple and then the other causing Olivia to moaned and arch her back.

They made quick work of removing the rest of his clothes until he was completely naked. She reached out and took him into her hand. She ran her hands up and down his dick, squeezing and rubbing her thumb over his tip. He closed his eyes and hissed as she continued to massage him. He didn't realize she'd gotten on her knees until her hand was replaced by her warm and wet mouth. She tongued his tip and then his length.

His eyes sprang open. "N-o-o-o, Livvie. It's your birthday. I should be the one pleasuring you." She ignored his pleas and took more of him into her mouth. Fitz tried escaping her greedy mouth, but she just moved with him. He begged for her to let him go but she was relentless.

"Oh shi…Livvie," he gasped, his knees almost buckling. Opening her throat, she took in more inches.

"Wait, Livvie, I don't want to come like this." He pushed on her forehead to keep her from taking him into her mouth again. He stepped back and bent to lift her and place her on the bed. He quickly removed her thong and flung it over his shoulder. She spread her legs to wrap around him, opening herself up to him. Moving between her legs, Fitz slipped his hands under her hips and guided his engorged dick into her throbbing core.

Olivia was unmindful that Fitz hadn't reached for one of the small packets on the bedside table, as she gave in to the sensations she was feeling brought on by his thrusting hips. Each stroke was harder and deeper than the one before.

Fitz was lost in his own world of sexual euphoria. Each time he made love to Olivia he was blessed with her unselfishness, where she held nothing back from him. She didn't think he knew, but he did. She never faked her responses to him and his lovemaking, and he gave her something he'd never given another woman, all of himself.

He leaned down to kiss her, searching for her tongue. He darted his tongue in and out of her mouth, each time matched the pounding of hips. It left Olivia moaning and gasping for air. She whispered his name over and over again.

"Fitz. Oh Fitz," she murmured. "Oh my…"

"Look at me, baby," he whispered. "Take all of me," he repeated over and over, as her body stretched to accommodate his enormous size. "Take it. That's it, Livvie. That's it." He brought her legs up to his shoulders and she took more of him, every inch of his length and width until she felt him touch her womb.

She screamed his name and began to tremble in his arms, which meant her orgasm was near, and so was his. She lowered her legs and wrapped them around his waist tightly. She clung to him as his strokes increased with a sense of urgency. She let out a silent scream in the air all the while keeping her eyes focused on his. Tightening her arms around his neck, her muscles clenched his dick as she shook against him.

Fitz's own moans deepened as he felt the room spin and he exploded, leaving his seed buried deep within her body, before joining her in the abyss. He buried his head in her neck and held on. Minutes later he kissed her, before rolling off of her and bringing her to his chest. "Happy birthday, Livvie," he whispered before falling asleep.

It was January 31, Olivia's thirtieth birthday. A day she would always remember, a day in which her life would change forever.

X

Saturday

"What do you want to do today?" Fitz asked in a drowsy voice.

After two more rounds of toe curling sex last night and early this morning, all Olivia wanted to do was snuggle with Fitz in bed. She pressed a kiss to his smooth chest.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" she purred.

"Don't ask," he mumbled, pinching her bare backside.

"Ouch!" She slapped his arm. "Now I know the real reason why you want me."

"If you say for your body," he said, "you'd be damned right." He stroked her breasts to emphasize his point.

"How very chauvinistic," she whispered.

"That's me," he chuckled, still stoking her breasts.

"If I really thought that," Olivia said, "we wouldn't stand a chance."

"Mmm. I don't know about that, sweet baby," he said as he pulled her on top of his body. "I think I'd just have to convince you that I was the best thing that happened to you."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Right." She reached for a condom and opened it. She knelt between his legs, cupping his sac in her hand, pressing kisses to it while she rolled the condom on. He groaned. She loved that. She loved it when he made any sound that showed his pleasure. Making him feel good, made her feel great. It was definitely something she'd been missing in her last relationship.

She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and he grinned up at her. He grasped his manhood and lined it up with her wet core and helped her ease down on him very slowly. Her eyes closed as she waited for her body to adjust to his sheer size. She started to move at a slow pace. He reached up and gripped her hips, assisting her as she rose and sank down on him, establishing a rhythm.

Olivia bent her head and flicked her tongue across his nipple as she rode him faster. That did it. Fitz growled as he picked up speed. Olivia reached up and held on to the headboard to brace herself against his hard thrusts.

"Damn it," he hissed, before flipping her over on the bed. He entered her again and pumped into her, harder, deeper faster. He leaned down to kiss her deeply as his hips worked their magic. She kissed him back as her hips rose to meet his. She clenched herself around his dick as she felt her climax starting to build.

Fitz tried to keep from losing control as he moved in and out of her, making her even slicker. She couldn't hold off any longer and her orgasm gripped her. She cried out his name, wrapping her legs around him and digging her fingers into his hard back. He followed soon after her, pushing into her one last time before he came.

He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy but his body completely relaxed. She leaned up and kissed his chin, stroking his back and shoulders, not wanting this closeness to end.

He rolled over to his side, taking her with him. "I know I've said this before baby, but I think you're amazing."

She laughed softly. "You should."

They lay together for a while, saying nothing, his fingers playing in her damp curls.

"Now isn't this more fun than sightseeing and the beach? I told you that you weren't going to need all of those clothes you bought."

"Mmm, well you are quite persuasive, Fitzgerald Grant," she replied sleepily. And he was. She and Fitz had had a lot of sex in the last twenty-four hours. Great sex. That reckless, without abandon, sex. So much sex that come Monday she'd planned to call her gynecologist in DC and ask for a referral for a doctor in L.A. so she could be fitted for another IUD.

He grinned at her. "One of my many talents."

"And we both know your list of talents is very long and varied."

They both laughed at the double entendre.

"You never answered my question."

"What question?" she asked looking at him.

"I asked you what you wanted to do today."

"Oh." She laid her head back on his chest. "I don't know. But what I do know is if we don't get up now, we'll be in this bed all day."

"Would that be a bad thing?" he asked.

She sat up and kissed his cheek before answering, "Yes, it would be." She wasn't going to tell him that if they stayed in bed she wasn't sure if she'd be able to walk considering the number of times they'd had sex. She was sore all over, inside and out. But it was a good kind of sore. It wasn't painful, really. She was just aware ofher body like she'd never been aware of it before. Her nipples were a little swollen and Miss Olivia felt tender and a little raw. She felt like a woman who'd had good hard sex several times in the last twenty-four hours and the best part was, she was and she had.

"Okay, Livvie." Fitz sat and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Standing, he scooped her up into his arms, smiling when she laid her head on his shoulder. "Let's shower and then we'll have breakfast and map out our day."

X

After Olivia insisted on leaving the diamond pendant in the safe, conveniently located in the floor of the master bedroom, the couple left to spend the day touring the island, experiencing mangrove swamps, exotic birds and finally coral reef snorkeling. Because Fitz was familiar with the island, they were able to avoid most of tourist traps and enjoy areas off the beaten track. They had lunch at an outdoor café before walking in and out and browsing around the local shops, taking pictures. They spent quite a bit of time in a tea house. The different varieties at the shop exposed her to flavors she'd never tried before. She bought a few ounces of different teas to take home.

The sun had set by the time the couple returned to the villa and they were both exhausted. Fitz ran a bath for them in the double-slipper tub, pouring in a generous amount lavender vanilla bubble bath. Olivia looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise.

Fitz chuckled. "I thought we could try it again."

"Okay, mister," she said skeptically.

He stepped into the tub and held her hands as she followed him, both sinking into the hot, flagrant bubbles. "Damn, this feels good."

She sat in his arms and let out a contented sigh.

"Yes. This was a good idea," she said

He lay against the high end of the tub with Olivia on his chest. She wiggled against him. He tried not to groan.

"I love when you wear your hair like this," he said idly. She'd piled her curls on top of head. "It's always so pretty, and you never care if it gets wet."

She purred as his fingers massaged her scalp. "That's one of the reasons I wear the curls. I swim so much, it's impractical to keep it straight."
"When did you learn how to swim?"

"I was probably three. My dad was a collegiate swimmer and insisted that Cis and I learn. Apparently, I'm part fish because I really took to it."

"I was two, according to my dad. I was that skinny, geeky kid who was always slightly damp with goggles around his neck, smelling like chlorine because I never stayed away from the water. Like you, the Vineyard played a huge role in my love for the water."

Olivia laughed at the idea of Fitz being skinny and geeky. She just couldn't imagine it.

He picked up her hand and threaded his fingers between hers. "You have the most amazing skin, Livvie. It's why I can't keep my hands off you."

He bent to kiss her neck. "Mmm." She tipped her head to the side, allowing him better access. She turned her head enough so he could kiss her lips. They shared a long, lazy kiss before she turned back around and settled against him again. She made a sweet little humming sound as he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples.

She sucked in a breath when she felt his fingers move between her thighs and slide inside her. He started to stroke her pearl over and over again. She gripped the sides of the tub to steady herself.

"Yessss, Fitz! Make me cu…" She cried out as her body jerked and fell back against him. He'd quickly brought her to climax and when she finally recovered, she turned to see a look of satisfaction on his face. He had the right to be smug. His hands and other parts of his body were lethal. Well she might not be as experienced as he was when it came to sex, but there were a few things she did know.

Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his sex and gently began to knead it

Fitz inhaled sharply. "Damn," he growled through clenched teeth. She pumped up and down. Slow then fast. Her grip tightened and that pushed him over the brink. When her thumb moved back and forth over the head of his dick, he exploded. When his breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes, she wore the same smug smile that he had earlier. Her hand had made its point.

Once they'd both gained enough strength to move, they got out of the tub and moved into the bedroom to dress.

Watching Olivia, he knew something had been missing from his life for a long time and now he knew what. Well, more like who. Olivia Pope was that missing something. How did he know? Because he'd never felt so whole in his entire life. And if he were being truly honest with himself he would acknowledge that he had fallen in love with her.

Still, somewhere in the back of his mind a tiny amount of doubt remained. He needed to know whether or not she was truly over her ex. But he knew that a relationship required taking chances and he was willing to take one with Olivia. Fitz admired everything about this strong, vibrant and gentle woman as his eyes followed her around the room. He watched as she dressed in a green crochet bikini and tied on a sarong dyed in bright colors.

He'd always heard when you found "the one," you'd know.

He knew.

"What?" Olivia asked, smiling across the room at him.

He shook his head. "Nothing, beautiful. Nothing at all."

She walked over to him and kissed his cheek. "There's something. You just don't want to tell me. But you will." She gave him a knowing smile. "I'm going to finish my hair." She turned and sauntered towards the bathroom.

He watched her walk away before responding. "I'll meet you downstairs."

"Okay, babe."

Fitz turned and walked out of the bedroom.

X

Fitz and Olivia had dinner on the second floor veranda of their bedroom and then went for a long walk on the beach.

The night was beautiful. The midnight-blue sky was sprinkled with stars and warm air blew off the ocean. They walked hand in hand.

"How often do you come here?" Olivia asked.

"Hmm, not often. Though it is a great place to relax and unwind."

"I agree," she said, as she gave him a dazzling smile.

She didn't know why but she wanted to ask him if he had ever brought other women but decided against it. She was here with him and that was all that mattered.

"You're the first woman that I've brought here." He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Was he reading my mind? She thought.

"Why me?"

He slowed. "Honestly?"

"Always."

"I wanted to celebrate your birthday with you, alone, and Antigua was the first place I thought of. I wanted you to experience it with me."

She glanced up at him. Thoughtful, passionate, generous and protective. That was Fitz. He was making it harder for her to walk away from him, from this, when her project was finished.

"Have I thanked you yet? Our time here in Antigua has been absolutely amazing," she said as she squeezed his hand.

"Many times, but you don't have to keep thanking me, Livvie. I really haven't done anything."
Olivia shook her head. "But you have and I think that couples sometimes forget to acknowledge each other and show their appreciation for what each does. I don't want that to happen to us."

Fitz smiled, looking down at her. "And are we a couple?"

Olivia's step faltered and she stopped walking. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the look he was giving her. He stared at her, waiting for an answer.

"Well ye…yes," she stuttered. "We're a couple until my project in LA is complete." She attempted to make light of what they shared. The truth was, she felt like the other half of a couple but when he'd asked, she wasn't ready to just say yes.

He knew, but he didn't press her. Instead, he suggested they go and sit on the blanket he'd brought and laid out on the beach.

Fitz and Olivia sat on the beach, Olivia between Fitz's legs, her back against his chest. Neither could remember the last time they'd been so at ease, completely relaxed and content.

Olivia sighed. "This is nice," she said softly, her voice a low whisper. Here in Antigua, in their bubble, things were perfect. She said a silent prayer that nothing would happen to burst their bubble.

Fitz didn't respond. He kissed the back of her neck and then closed his eyes, taking everything in. It was nice. So nice that there was no one, and nothing, on either of their minds but each other. Fitz kissed her once again.

Olivia moved closer to him, wishing that life could always be this pleasant. Fitz hugged her before rolling her down on the blanket, onto her back.

She moaned. "Again?"

Fitz moved the crotch of her bikini bottom aside and slid a finger inside her. "Don't pretend you're surprised." He covered her body with his and kissed her. When he drew back to look down at her, she had the happiest smile on her face that he'd ever seen.

Reaching behind her, he untied the string that held up her bikini top and removed from her body. He kissed each breast. She had beautiful breasts, Fitz thought. He looked up at Olivia but her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. He took a nipple into mouth and started suckling. Olivia groaned with pleasure. When he switched and began suckling on the other breast, Olivia was completely gone.

Fitz began kissing down her body, running his hand along her torso. He stopped at her waist and untied the knot in her sarong, before moving it aside pulling down her bottoms. She lifted her hips as he pulled them off, dropping them on the blanket next to them.

He paused and took her in. "I can't get over how beautiful you are."

He kissed her flat belly before moving his hand further down her body and sliding his finger inside her again to make sure she was ready. In and out.

"Oh, Fitz…" Olivia bit down on her bottom lip, knowing that she wouldn't last long if he continued to stroke her. She sat up, using her small hands to unbutton his shorts while Fitz kissed her. He stopped kissing her long enough to stand up, slide his shorts and briefs down and off. Pulling a condom from his pocket, he opened the packet quickly and rolled it on.

Grabbing his hands, Olivia pulled him back down to her. She closed her eyes at the skin to skin contact as he lay between her legs. She started to grind her hips with his, the two moving in perfect sync. Olivia kissed his neck as he ran his hand through her curly hair. Reaching between them, he grasped his cock and slowly entered her. She cried out and gripped the blanket as he filled her completely.

She looked up at him. "I want you nice and slow."

He braced himself, holding himself back, allowing her time to adjust to his girth. "Your wish is my command." He starting to move, thrusting, gently at first, with slow, measured strokes.

"More," she said, and wrapped her legs around his, pulling him closer.

He groaned and pumped faster, his climax building. Olivia lost all coherent thought, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure. She arched her back against him, yelling his name into the night.

"Fitz! Oh, Fitz," she yelled, her body shuddering around his as He spilled himself deep inside her.

As they climaxed together, Fitz held on to her. Olivia hugged him tightly to her. Her chest moved up and down against his as they both tried to catch their breaths. She inhaled deeply and snuggled closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. They'd had a lot of these moments, usually after sex when there were no words to say. He would just hold her.

"Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?" They were lying on the blanket, spooning, looking out at the sea.

She looked at him over her shoulder before shaking her head. "No."

"Let's do it."

"Let's do what?"

"Let's go skinny-dipping."

Fitz stood. "It'll be fun," he said, holding his hand out for her to take.

"Are you crazy? I'm not going out there in the dark."

Fitz started to back away from her. "Suit yourself. But I'm going in. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

He smirked, turned and walked toward the crashing waves.

Fitz wasn't surprised when he heard a soft splash. Olivia had joined him. She gasped when he lifted her and moved farther into the waves.

She tightened her arms around his neck. "Drop me and you're dead, Fitzgerald Grant." But she knew he wouldn't.

"I'm not going to drop you, baby," he said, as he lowered her into the warm, salty waves. They sank under the water, kissing, before breaking the surface again, in desperate need of air. For the next few minutes they played a game of chase with Olivia ducking and diving away from him whenever Fitz got close. Smiling, she pulled away from him again and plunged back into the water. As her arms cut through the water she realized that not only was she naked, but she was genuinely smiling and happy. Never in her staid, perfectly planned life had she been so uninhibited and she was enjoying every minute of it.

Diving beneath the water, he caught one of her legs. Shaking him loose, she swam away again. They frolicked and swam until their limbs were tired and their eyes stung from the salt water. She swam toward the shore where he caught her and picked her up. Olivia kicked and squealed before wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Reluctantly, they left the water. They stopped to pick up their clothes and the blanket from where they'd left them before walking, naked and covered in sand, toward the house.

They used the outdoor shower to wash away the sand. He shampooed and conditioned Olivia's hair and she washed his back. They dried each other off before wrapping themselves in thick towels and going inside. He lifted her and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. They both walked into the bathroom to complete their nighttime ablution. When they finished, he threw her over his shoulder, laughing and kicking, and carried her into the bedroom where he deposited her on the bed. She rose to her knees and reached for her body cream. "You don't need this, but I do," she informed him.

"Why wouldn't I need it? White people get ashy too, Livvie. I use a thick moisturizer daily." She was still giggling when they finished rubbing the lightly scented cream into each other's skin. Fitz placed the tube on the night table before climbing into bed next to Olivia and turning off the lamp. She looped her bare leg over his before kissing his cheek and settling into his side. He lay still, listening for the change in her breathing that indicated that she had fallen asleep. He held her tighter before whispering "I love you, Livvie."

Fitz knew Olivia couldn't hear him, yet he felt compelled to say what was on his heart. He did love her. In fact, he loved everything about her.

His breathing deepened, and after a while he joined Olivia and fell into a deep, comforting sleep.

X

Fitz woke to Olivia sprawled across his chest. He kissed her hair and hugged her a little tighter. It wasn't quite six and he knew the sun would be rising soon. He wanted to watch it rise from the beach. Slowly he removed Olivia from his chest and stood. Stretching he walked over to the closet and quietly dressed in shorts and a t-shirt before walked into the bathroom to complete his morning ablution.

When he walked out of the bathroom, Olivia was beginning to steer. He stood and waited to see if she would open her eyes and when she did, he walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Fitz?"

"Yes, Livvie?"

"Where are you going?"

He glanced at his watch. "It's five-forty and I wanted to watch the sunrise on the beach."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to disturb you."

She sat up and stretched. "I want to join you, give me five minutes," she said around a yawn.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Okay. I'll wait for you downstairs."

Fitz heard Olivia before her bare feet touched the last step. He glanced up to see her and tried not to stare but it was useless. The woman did wonders for his t-shirts. He was of the opinion that her body was perfect, and his blood raced as she walked towards him. The shirt was shorter than the rest and it showed more of her gorgeous legs and clung to her breasts and hips. And he could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear.

When she finally made it across the living room and stood in front of him, he groaned inwardly at the sight of her nipples peeking through the material of the shirt. He wanted to tell her to forget the sunrise and take her back upstairs to bed.

"I'm ready," Olivia said as she stood on her toes and kissed him, deeply. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She felt his body's reaction to her. She broke the kiss and looked up into his face. "And so are you." She gave him a look to let him know that she knew what he was thinking. "But we're going to watch the sunrise, so let's go, mister."

He laughed before turning and walking toward the kitchen counter where two mugs, both with steam rising from them, waited. He handed her the mug of steeping tea and grabbed his coffee. Together they walked out of the back door onto the veranda, where Fitz grabbed the blanket they'd used the night before, and led her down the tree lined path to the beach.

By the time Fitz spread the blanket over the sand and they took a seat, the sky was just turning from pink to orange. Olivia sat on his lap and leaned back against his chest as they both watched the small circle of yellow form above the gently rolling waves. They sat silently, sipping their beverages and watching as the yellow continued to rise and form a half circle that slowly grew into a majestic ball with a center so bright it looked white. Inch by inch, a new day made its presence known. Olivia's breath caught at the magnificence of the dawning. She was captivated.

This happened every morning, but it was still a miracle in itself. The sun soon rose completely above the ground, shining in all directions. Then slowly, in all directions, the sky turned a crystal blue. Fitz had seen many sunrises, but this one seemed to be the most beautiful one ever. Maybe it was because of the woman he was sharing it with. He wrapped her in his arms and held her tighter against him.

"I've never seen a sunrise like this," she said in a far away voice. It was a feeling like none that she'd experienced before, almost spiritual.

"It's quite amazing," Fitz said. "Makes you realize how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things."

Hearing her sigh, Fitz looked at her. The full smile on her lips meant everything.

"That was beautiful. Simply beautiful." She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them and turned to look at him. "Thank you," she whispered.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Anytime."

She wanted to hold on to this moment, even though she knew it was only temporary. She snuggled closer to Fitz.

They sat looking out at the spectacular view until the sun was high in the sky. When they'd both finished their drinks, they stood. Olivia held Fitz's empty mug as he shook the sand from the blanket and folded it. Taking her hand, they walked back up the path toward the house. As he walked over to drop the blanket in a basket so the housekeeper could wash it, Olivia walked over to the pool, removed Fitz's shirt and dove in smoothly.

Fitz removed two towels from the cabinet near the outdoor shower and went to take a seat to watch her as she swam laps. He knew the water stimulated her and gave her a chance to think.

Olivia swam a half-length under the surface, then came up for air. She continued executing smooth strokes barely causing a ripple in the water. She hit the far end of the pool, turned and swam back. Then again, and again. After pushing herself hard until her limbs burned, she rolled onto her back, floating, totally relaxed, in the center of the pool.

Four laps later and physically spent, Olivia finally came up for air and swam to the pool's edge, where Fitz waited. She rested her arms on the edge and took in several breaths.

He rose from the chair and came to stoop down in front of her. "You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said as she pushed the loose strands of hair away from her eyes. She smiled up at him before swimming over to ladder and climbing out of the pool. He offered her his hand and assisted her before handing her one of the towels. She used it to dry the water from her body before wrapping it around herself. She used the second towel to dry her hair.

Olivia knew that Fitz noticed the difference in her demeanor and going full throttle in the pool didn't help, but she was trying to work through his saying "I love you," when he thought she was asleep. He loved her, but she was afraid to tell him how much she'd come to love him. She felt like crying. Falling in love should've filled her with joy, not fear and regret. And she regretted the terms she'd set for this relationship.

She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts before turning to him.

He took her hand in his. "Are you ready for breakfast?" he asked.

"Yes, but I want to shower and wash the chlorine from my hair first."

He grinned as they walked through the door.

She poked him in his chest. "Alone, mister." She turned and walked towards the stairs. He watched her for a few seconds before walking toward the kitchen.

Olivia was standing under the spray of the shower when the door opened and Fitz walked in, a condom covering erect sex.

"Fitz! Wha…what are you doing?" she asked.

He moved closer. "What does it look like I'm doing, Livvie? I'm going to wash your back."

Stepping to him, she pressed her wet breasts to his chest. She reached up and rubbed his jaw. He hadn't shaved and the stubble enhanced his masculine sensuality. "You need a condom to wash my back?"

Fitz slowly shook his head.

Olivia backed up until her back touched the marble tiled wall. "I don't like the way you're looking at me."

"How am I looking at you, baby?"

"Like you want to do something to me."

"Oh but I do, Livvie," he said as he took a step toward her and lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"I never get tired of seeing you naked," he whispered in her ear. She laughed softly, thinking the same thing about him.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and touched his tongue to hers before deepening the kiss. She crossed her ankles and grasped the back of his head to bring him closer. One of his hands slid between their bodies and he slipped a finger inside her.

Her head fell back while she bucked against his finger. He added another finger, moving them in and out of her. The friction had her thighs trembling. Her eyes were closed when Fitz eased his fingers out of her and replaced them with his long hard dick. She gasped.

"Look at me, Livvie," he whispered. "Look. At. Me." She did. Opening her eyes to stare directly into his.

He pulled out and pushed in again.

"Yes!" She yelled loudly. "Yes. Yes."

Fitz kissed her neck as he thrust deeper and faster."Good," he mumbled. "So damn good."

He worked his dick in and out of her until he was the one gasping and minutes later he climaxed. She followed him with an intense orgasm that only this man could give her. Fitz's moan was guttural as he buried his head in the crook of Olivia's neck. He lowered her legs to the shower floor and hugged her to him as they waited for their hearts to slow to a normal rate.

Fitz pecked her on the lips before reaching for her soft body sponge, squeezing out a palm size amount and worked it into a soapy lather. He washed every inch of her body and she returned the favor. They used the retractable nozzle to rinse the soap from their bodies before stepping out the shower, drying each other off and getting dressed.

X

They walked downstairs together to the kitchen, Fitz in shorts and a Seahawks jersey and Olivia in cut offs and a tank. She was braless and Fitz couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"What do you want for breakfast, Livvie?" he asked.

Chef didn't work on Sundays so they were on their own. He walked up behind her as she filled a kettle with water for her tea. He pulled her back against him and kissed her damp and fragrant hair.

"Hmm, I think I want your famous blueberry cardamom pancakes."

He laughed. "Famous huh? Flattery will get you whatever you want, Ms. Pope."

"Hmm, will it get me…blueberry cardamom pancakes?" she asked.

"Pancakes and much more," he answered seductively.

"Oh yeah?" she asked.

Nodding, he responded. "Oh yeah."

"Well I'll have to remember that."

"Please do."

He squeezed her to him before releasing her and taking the kettle to the gas cooktop and turning on the fire. Next he went about gathering ingredients for their breakfast while his sous chef tied on an apron and took out a package of bacon and fruit from the refrigerator.

"So if you and I hadn't crossed paths almost three weeks ago, would you have taken Ford up on his offer to the attend the big game?" She still felt like she was coming between Fitz and his brother and their time together.

"Probably not."

"No?"

"No." he said. "Livvie, it's not about the game but the parties and the hype. I've been to a few Super Bowls and honestly, at this point in my life, I'd rather watch and celebrate in the comfort of my own home." He looked at her sheepishly. "Unless, of course, the Giants are playing."

Olivia grimaced. "So it's not as glamorous as it looks?"

He smiled at her. "Well I never considered it glamorous, but it is fun if you're really a fan. I attended in 2012, the last year the Giants won. I had a great time with my friends. Last year Juan hosted a party and I had a better time there than in any owner's box."

"Well I'm not sure how much fun I'll be, because I'm not a real football fan, but I'll watch the game with you."

He walked over to her and kissed her lips, a quick peck, before returning to mixing the pancake batter. "Thank you."

They decided to have breakfast out on the veranda.

"Mmm, I could truly get used to eating breakfast every morning if this is what I have to look forward to," she remarked after taking a bite of a light and fluffy pancake.

Fitz smiled. "That can easily be arranged, Livvie. Every morning I could prepare something different. It could be chicken and waffles, eggs Benedict, shrimp and grits, scones, frittatas, croissants…"

"Stop it, Fitz." she interrupted, in an attempt not to burst out laughing.

"You interrupted me before I could finish. There are also crepes, steak and ham and eggs. I would even serve you in bed."

Olivia gave him a sidelong glance. "Yeah, right, and I'd end up so full that I'd never get out of bed again."

"Lingering in bed can be quite pleasurable when sharing it with someone you love."

Olivia froze. There was that four-letter word again. "No, Fitz," she whispered. "You're deviating from our terms."

Fitz chewed and swallowed several grapefruit sections before speaking. "What are you talking about?"

"We promised there would be no mention of love."

It was his turn to go completely still. Nothing moved. Not even his eyes. "You're wrong, because the word love never came up in that conversation. And what is so wrong with me saying I love being with you, in and out of bed?"

Olivia felt properly chastised. Being presumptuous, she'd misunderstood his meaning. She gave him a bright smile. "And I enjoy being with you."

"What's wrong? Does saying the word love bother you?"

"No. It's just that some people use it much too freely and don't really mean it."

"What if I tell you that I love you?"

"But you don't," she countered, and then continued eating.

A deafening silence followed her remark, as Fitz struggled to control his rising temper. "Are you a psychic, Olivia?"

She blinked. "What?"

"Did I stutter?"

Olivia tried to hide her annoyance. "No, you didn't stutter, Fitzgerald." She stressed his name. "Why would you ask me that?"

"I asked because if you're able to read minds, then I'm impressed. But if you can't, then don't tell me what I feel. Or is it you don't feel you're worthy to be loved?"

"Now who's being presumptuous?"

Picking up the carafe, Fitz refilled Olivia's glass with the orange juice that she had freshly squeezed. "Will you please answer my question? Do you feel worthy of a man loving you?"

"Of course I do," she said much too quickly.

Fitz decided to press the issue. He'd found her so easy to love, yet she continued to put up barriers to keep him from getting too close. "If you believe that, then why would you stay with a man who didn't love you enough to be faithful and marry you?"

Biting down on her lower lip, Olivia mentally beat herself up for telling Fitz everything about her and her ex. Her past was her past and he had no right to pass judgment.

"Garrett and I had a very satisfying relationship," she said defensively. Also knowing that that was the furthest thing from the truth. And why was she defending her ex?

"Open your eyes, Livvie. The man used you. He got to flaunt you, a beautiful, smart and sexy woman, to his friends and colleagues for years. And he didn't even have to pay for sex because he had you, and others." Fitz leaned closer. "I never would've treated you that way."

"How would you have treated me?"

"If I wanted you to live with me, then I would also marry you."

"Even if you weren't ready?" It was her turn to remind Fitz of why he'd ended his relationship with Jillian. "You asked me to move in with you last week. Are you saying that you're ready now?"

"Maybe it wasn't so much that I wasn't ready but perhaps it was the woman. And yes, I would marry you tomorrow if you wanted."

She shook her head. "Fitz, no. We agreed that this would be a fling for the duration of my time in L.A. Nothing serious." Her heart was racing, she loved him, but she wasn't ready to tell him that.

Fitz stared at her but didn't respond. He knew he'd waded into dangerous waters bringing up the topics of love and marriage with Olivia. He knew her stance on the issue, but since meeting her, his had changed drastically. He wasn't the same man who came to L.A last year, and he had Olivia to thank for that.

"Okay, Livvie. I'm sorry for bringing it up."

She nodded but didn't look at him.

Once you give an undeserving asshole so many years of your life, it's a little hard to trust the next man that comes along.

She thought of Anais' words again.

There was as awkward silence as they concentrated on finishing breakfast.

After breakfast was finally finished, the couple decided to take a final walk on the beach before coming back to prepare their appetizers for the big game. Fitz had decided that they would watch the game until halftime and then have a late dinner out at one of his favorite restaurants on the island.

By the time they made it to the beach, the awkwardness had disappeared. They strolled hand in hand along the shore of pristine white sand.

Olivia sighed contentedly. "I like this. It feels like we're the only human beings on earth."

He brought her hand to his lips. "It sure does."

They walked in silence, taking everything in.

"I didn't want to like you, Fitzgerald Grant. I tried everything in my arsenal to send you packing, but like a boomerang you kept coming back."

Fitz chuckled. "You didn't try hard enough."

She looked up at him. "I'm glad I didn't."

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Me too."

They continued to walk along the water's edge in silence until they came to the end of the beach where there was a pile of rocks sticking out of the sea. Fitz climbed up first and then turned to help Olivia. They sat and watched the occasional boat appear on the horizon.

"This place is beautiful, and I'm going to miss it."

"We can always come back, Livvie."

She turned to smile at him, and turned back.

Watching her, Fitz wondered if at any point during his many trips to Antigua whether he'd ever taken the time to appreciate the beauty of the island like this. He was seeing everything with new eyes despite having been to the island many times.

They sat on the rock formation until Fitz stood and offered her his hand. He climbed down the rocks and motioned for her to jump. "Come on down!" he laughed at his joke, and so did she.

"You jump and I'll catch you, Livvie. I promise."

"Uhm."

"Don't worry." She wasn't worried because she knew he would catch her, so she jumped. And he caught her just as he'd promised.

He wrapped her in his arms before lowering her to the ground and bending so she could jump onto his back. She climbed on and he carried her to the house.

When they walked up the path leading to the house, he veered off toward a grove of trees, and she saw it, hanging between two large trees.

"A hammock!" She quickly jumped from his back. "Let's try it."

Caught up in her excitement, he followed her and watched as she attempted to sit. Laughing, he stood her up and sat down before pulling her onto his lap and laying back. After a few minutes, the hammock swung them gently as she cuddled into his side.

"Comfortable isn't it?"

"Very," she said, before throwing her leg over his as he held an arm around her.

She suddenly sat up, putting her arms around his neck and looking into his eyes. "You make me…different, Fitz. You make me feel things I've never felt before."

"I don't make you anything. You are what you are, Livvie. Beautiful. Kind. Smart. Sexy."

She kissed him. "Do you think it was fate that brought us together again? Cis says it's serendipity."

He chuckled. "I agree with Cecily. You meet the right person when it's meant to be. It's all a matter of chemistry and you can't manufacture that." He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead, before they drifted off into an early nap.

Fitz felt Olivia's body shift and he looked down to see her open her eyes.

"Hi," he whispered.

She returned his smile, wrinkling her nose. "Hi."

"What time is it?" she asked.

He looked at the Richard Mille watch on his wrist. "It's one 'o clock."

"How long was I asleep?"

"Maybe an hour and a half."

Turning on his side, he kissed the tip of her nose. "How are you feeling?"

She closed her eyes. "Lazy. Very, very lazy."

Fitz turned onto his back pulling Olivia onto his chest, her legs resting between his. "We don't have to make appetizers for our Super Bowl party of two," he said. "We can just stay out here until game time and I'll throw something together."

She shook her head. "N-o-o-o, I want to learn how to make wontons."

He laughed, "And I want to teach you."

Leaning into Fitz, Olivia ran the tip of her tongue over his lower lip, then suckled. She then sat up. "To be continued."

"To be continued," he repeated.

He sat up and assisted her out of the hammock and they walked towards the house.

They spent the next ninety minutes listening to the satellite radio while preparing a concoction of spicy guacamole and salsa. As sous chef, Olivia had been tasked with chopping tomatoes, red and yellow onions, limes, garlic, jalapeño, avacado and cilantro for the salsa and guacamole, while Fitz prepared the gingered meats for the wontons. Olivia then assisted Fitz with filling, folding and crimping wonton wrappers stuffed with pork, beef and chicken before he prepared to fry them in a wok.

Olivia experienced a comfortable peace while cooking alongside Fitz. Was this, she mused, how it would be if they married? That he would serve her breakfast in bed, then linger long enough to make love before they left for their respective offices? And would they eventually have a child or maybe children raised by two loving parents? She was certain they would be.

Olivia broke the silence in the room and beckoned to the man who had her heart. "May I have this dance?"

Fitz took her in his arms, twirling her around and around. "So you like old-school music?"

Tilting her chin, she stared into a pair of eyes the color of the ocean. "Some of it. I love Stevie Wonder and I love this song."

He smiled. It was a Stevie Wonder classic, "Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing." They danced around the kitchen until the song ended but they continued to hold on to each other. After a comfortable silence, Fitz pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.

Olivia moved out of his arms and walked back to the island. Picking up a knife, she continued to chop the scallions, adding them to the crushed garlic, grated ginger, soy sauce and sesame oil in a food processor for the chili-soy dipping sauce. Fitz was helping her explore the main components of flavor: taste, aroma, and texture. She was developing a more adventurous palate.

"So Livvie, what would you have been if you hadn't become a lawyer?"

"A dancer."

Fitz stopped skewering the beef for the kabobs and stared at her as if she'd taken leave of her senses. "You're kidding."

She laughed. "No! My parents decided dance lessons would help expend a lot of my pent up energy when I was a child, so they enrolled me in ballet and modern dance classes. What they didn't know was that I really wanted to dance in videos. When I told them I wanted to take hip-hop classes they stopped paying for the classes. I spent the summer of my junior year in Spain, and could be found in the clubs every weekend…and some weeknights."

"Did your parents know you were out clubbing when you should've been studying?"

"Of course not, or I would've had to beg, borrow or steal to pay my tuition. Daddy is pretty laid-back but not so laid-back that he would approve of me clubbing when I should've been studying."

Fitz laughed loudly. "Did you pass, Miss Dancing Queen?"

"Of course I did, and I went on to graduate law school. Top of my class, mind you."

He smirked. "It's still not too late you know," he teased.

"It is too late, Fitz. Number one, I'm too old and it's been a while since I've gone out clubbing, and I really don't need any of my clients seeing me shaking my butt like a backup dancer in a hip-hop video."

"Well they don't have to see you if we don't go out. We'll just keep having our own private dance parties on my deck."

Olivia stopped chopping and walked up to Fitz. Going on tiptoe she kissed his mouth softly, but he deepened the kiss before ending it. "Thank you."

Fitz hugged her tight. "You're very welcome."

"So what about you, Mr. Grant, what would you have been if you hadn't become an architect?"

"A U.S. Marine." Now it was her turn to stare at him.

"What? Why? I mean there's absolutely nothing wrong with serving your country. It's very admirable. But, you?"

"I did it to spite my father and grandfather. They wanted to groom me to take over Grant Holdings and I had no interest. I figured they'd leave me alone if I decided I wanted to join the military and serve my country. And they did. I graduated from New York Military Academy but after five years of that controlled, regimented life, I knew it wasn't for me."

"So they left you alone?"

He gave her an incredulous look. "Those two? Seriously? When I chose to attend MIT for my undergrad and graduate degrees, they were hopeful and they understood that I wanted to design, not delegate. I also kept reminding them that Uncle Sam was always looking for a few good men, so they backed off."

"And it all worked out."

He smiled at her. "Yes it did. But it hasn't been easy. I've spent a great deal of time convincing them that Ford, or another Grant cousin, was their man or woman, not me."

She shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Ford's name, but he didn't notice.

"Well I'm happy that you're happy."

"Thank you, Livvie."

X

The game of football became the topic of conversation as Fitz and Olivia moved their appetizers from the kitchen to the media room. He tried to explain the game to her and she tried in earnest to understand. They started with peach sangria and the beef kabobs with dipping sauce before moving on to the wantons, salsa and guacamole. By the coin toss, Olivia was full and asleep next to Fitz on the couch.

The game ended with a winner, and the halftime show and the commercials had become a part of history by the time Fitz and Olivia went upstairs to shower and get dressed for dinner.

They walked out of the house toward the car. Olivia in a white maxi halter dress made of a soft gauzy fabric and four inch sandals, and Fitz in a tailored linen suit, in neutral, over a crisp white shirt opened at the collar, and brown leather loafers. Her sun kissed skin glowed and she'd applied liner, mascara, a touch of powder and lip gloss. She really didn't need anything else.

The night was warm and sultry, and Fitz had come out earlier to go through the process of folding down the Pagoda's soft top so they could enjoy the full moon, the smell of the salt water and the fragrances from the different varieties of flowers on the drive to the restaurant. He assisted Olivia onto the left side passenger seat before circling the vehicle. Standing next to the vehicle, Fitz removed his jacket and handed it to Olivia before he climbed behind the wheel.

X

Fitz downshifted, and slowly maneuvered into a large clearing away from the other cars. There were several bungalows in different tropical shades of pink, yellow and blue lined up under several palm trees.

Olivia look out of the windshield at the colorful buildings, and nodded her approval.

"Very nice," she said in a quiet voice.

Fitz stared at her delicate profile and smiled. "The restaurant is near the beach." He exited the car and went around to other side to assist Olivia. She helped him into his jacket, and then hand in hand, they walked along a brick path through what looked like a small village. The area was well lit with gas lamps and there several were people milling around, going in and out of the buildings.

As they got closer, Olivia could hear a band playing steel drums and then the restaurant came into view. She caught herself nodding her head in time to the pulsing beat.

"Is dancing allowed?" she asked.

'Yes."

"Great."

"Will you save me a dance, Ms. Pope?"

"Only one?"

He laughed softly. "All I need is one. After that we can go home and have our own private party…again. We'll have things that are definitely not on the menu."

Reaching up, she grasped his jaw and turned his face toward her. "You are definitely a keeper, Fitzgerald Grant."

Fitz laughed and his blue eyes lit up. "Aw shucks, Livvie. Thank you."

She lightly slapped his arm, and joined in. They were still laughing when they stepped into the waiting area of the restaurant. The couple was met by a man with a friendly smile of recognition on his face. He'd recognized Fitz, whom he hadn't seen in years.

"It's good seeing you, Mr. Grant. How long has it been?"

"At least five years, Nick. And it's Fitz." He pulled Olivia closer and smiled at the restaurant manager. "Nick, I'd like you to meet my guest, Olivia Pope. Livvie, Nick Rolle, restaurant manager and family friend. She shook his hand, and they exchanged pleasantries before he signaled a waiter to show them to their table.

Olivia thought the restaurant was charming as she looked around. It was larger than it appeared from the outside. There were dozens of tables, a bar, a stage and a dance floor. The place was crowded and the band was playing a popular calypso tune.

When the waiter asked for their drink order, Fitz looked at Olivia, and she nodded. He would order for both of them. He ordered passion punch for them both.

Olivia waited until the waiter walked away to place their drink orders, and then looked at Fitz. "Passion punch?"

"It's a drink made with carrot, pear, cherry and apple juices. I thought we'd start with something nonalcoholic. It can be a little wicked, though.

She stared at him. "Wicked?"

He nodded. "The locals say it acts like an aphrodisiac."

Olivia reached for one of the menus lying on the table. "What effect does it usually have on you?" she asked, not looking up from the menu.

Staring at her bowed head, Fitz smiled. "I suppose you can say that I've been known to experience a tad bit of wickedness."

She looked up at him. "Only a tad?"

"Well the level increases with the number consumed," he said in a low voice.

She leaned closer and covered his hand with hers. "Will I have to be the designated driver tonight?"

He looked at her as he rubbed his finger across the back of her hand. "No," he finally answered.

Pulling her hand away, she glanced at the menu again. "What do you recommend?"

He set his menu on the table before answering. "Everything is excellent. I'm going to have the stuffed snapper."

Always mindful of her seafood allergy, she made her decision. "I'm going to have the Pepperpot with beef and Fungee."

"Excellent choice."

Minutes later, their drinks arrived and they placed their food orders.

Fitz and Olivia enjoyed their food along with their animated conversation on their last night in Antigua. Nick had come by the table to get pictures with couple, to put on the restaurant's "guest wall." After their table was cleared, they took to the dance floor when the band played an old Santana hit. The pulsing Latin beat and the two additional pineapples filled with passion punch and added rum, had her on fire. Fitz spun her around, swung her out, and brought her back to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her flush against him. Neither was aware of the other couples on the dance floor as they shared a smile reserved only for lovers.

X

"Put me down, Fitzgerald!" Olivia screeched. She held her shoes as he carried her through the front door.

He tightened his grip. "I'll put you down in a little while.

"I'm going to hurt you!" Olivia seethed as they walked across the living room. "You drove like a crazy person on purpose." He lowered her to the floor and she dropped her shoes before flopping back onto the couch.

Fitz chuckled. "I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

Olivia had held her breath and kept her foot on an imaginary brake as they drove home.

It was a few minutes after one, and the food she'd consumed along with the passion punch spiked with rum had her feeling a bit too full, tipsy and drowsy. And it hadn't helped that she and Fitz had spent more than ninety minutes on the dance floor once they'd finished eating dinner.

"I knew I shouldn't have had rum added to my passion punch," she whined.

"I told you it was wicked without alcohol."

"Well the alcohol made it potent."

He chuckled at her limp body as she lay across the couch, her eyes closed. He walked over to the bar. "Can I get you anything?" he asked as he fixed a tumbler of scotch. He hadn't had any alcohol at dinner.

"Absolutely not," she moaned.

Fitz sat down beside her and she sat up, leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder. He draped his arm across her shoulder.

"Last night."

"Yes," she said with a sigh. "Then back to the real world."

"Hmm, we still have tonight," he whispered, and kissed her behind her ear.

"I can't thank you enough for…"

Fitz put a finger to her lips. "Stop, Livvie. There's no need to thank me. I should be thanking you. You've made these last three days magical for me."

Olivia leaned up and kissed his chin. She wanted to tell Fitz, yes the last three days were definitely magic and he was the magician.

"I'm tired." She closed her eyes again.

He wrapped his arm tighter around her and whispered in her ear. "I know something that could give you a quick pick me up."

Olivia slapped at his arms and moved away from him. "N-o-o-o, I'm too tired."

"I'll do all of the work, Livvie."

She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "I'm going up to shower and start packing," she said.

Fitz sighed deeply. "Okay." He leaned over and kissed her forehead before she stood and walked over to the stairs, ascending them slowly.

Fitz sat sipping his scotch, thinking about the three days he and Olivia had spent on the island. They were some of the best days of his life. He smiled thinking about all they'd done. And there hadn't been too much they hadn't they hadn't tried. He and Olivia had done everything but swing from the chandelier. She may not have been as experienced as he, but she was an eager student and she had seduction down to an art form. She was becoming a woman of many talents.

Although the sex was out of this world, Fitz knew it wasn't the only reason he'd enjoyed every moment they'd spent in Antigua. Whether it was swimming, boating, snorkeling, even shopping, everything with her was a welcomed adventure.

Fitz sat for a few more minutes before draining his glass. He rose to take it to kitchen before returning to the living room and making sure the doors were locked and the elaborate alarm, his grandfather had had installed, was set. He extinguished all the lights before heading upstairs.

When Fitz walked into the bedroom, he was met with darkness except for the light Olivia had left on in the bathroom. She was in bed and already asleep. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth before stepping into the shower. Walking out of the bathroom naked, he walked over to the dresser and removed a pair of white pajama pants. He slipped into bed next to her and pulled her closer her to him. She mumbled something incoherently but was soon softly snoring again. He cuddled her closer and soon drifted off to sleep.

X

Olivia stood at the rail on the veranda and closed her eyes. She would miss this view.

"What are you doing out here?"

She glanced at him over her shoulder before turning back to look out at the sea. "I'm watching the sun rise again."

Fitz's arms went around her waist, pulling her back against his body. "We can see it from the bed, you know" he whispered in her ear.

She smiled. "I could be enticed to return to bed, but what are you offering?"

He chuckled softly. "Always the lawyer. I'm offering a hug and a few kisses to start."

"Oooh. That sounds like fun. What else?"

"I'll have to show you."

She turned in his loose embrace and stared up at him, this man she loved. He picked her up and carried her back to bed. He wore a pair of white drawstring cotton pajama pants which surprised her because he usually slept in the nude.

Fitz placed Olivia on the bed and she sat looking at him. "What are you waiting for? Show me." She knew what he wanted because she wanted the same thing.

Fitz untied the drawstring at his waist, his eyes never leaving Olivia's. The pants fell down to his feet and he stepped out of them.

Smiling, Olivia wrapped her arms around his hips, as she moved closer to the edge of bed. The scent of her body wash lingered on his body as she buried her face between his thighs, placing soft kisses on his semi-erect sex.

"No!" Fitz yelled when he realized what she about to do. Her mouth closed around his cock, suckling him until he thought his knees were going to give out.

Olivia took as much of him into her mouth without gagging, her tongue moving around his now erect dick until she established a rhythm that had Fitz close to coming, but she stopped him. All he could do was moan and groan.

Fitz knew if he didn't stop Olivia he would come in her mouth, the last place he wanted. His intent was to be inside her. With regret, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away, forcing her to release him. What happened next defied all common sense.

He had Olivia on her back, and pulled off her gown. "Next time leave the nightgown off."

"I'll try to remember," she whispered breathlessly.

He pulled her panties down and off and pushed into her in what seemed like one motion. Placing a hand under her hips, he lifted her higher as he began to move in a slow, measured rhythm, pulling back as far as he could without pulling out before he pushed back into her soaking wet core.

Fitz leaned down and took each of her breasts into his mouth. He suckled them way she'd suckled him, and all she could do was moan. In the split second between sanity and insanity he surrendered everything he was and had. He released her breasts, threw back his head and yelled her name as he came. She wrapped her legs around him and held him captive as he released his seed. "I love you, Olivia! He yelled as he exploded into her body. He pumped and thrust harder and faster, his heart racing as the two of them clung to each other.

Olivia clung to Fitz as he lay on top of her. She felt listless and happy. She could feel his heavy breathing against her neck as he moaned, and she lovingly kissed his neck. Looking up as Fitz lifted his head, his face was flush, his eyes were a deep blue, his chest rose and his heart was pumping fast in his chest.

"That. Was. Something." he said.

"Mmm," she replied. She was weak, and could've easily spent the rest of the day in bed with Fitz.

They lay joined together until Fitz finally rolled off Olivia. He lay on his back with Olivia across his chest and his free arm was draped protectively around her. He was wide awake, his mind racing. They'd been insatiable for the past three days. And it was the second time in Antigua he'd failed to use protection. It was as if they were tempting fate, playing Russian roulette with contraception. What in the hell was wrong with him? He angled his head and peeked down at her. Her curls hid her face but he'd memorized it. He listened to her steady breathing. It will not happen again. Fitz inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and after several minutes, joined her in sleep. When they woke again, the sun was high in the sky.

X

Olivia opened her eyes as the sun filtered through the open French doors of the bedroom. She turned over and hid her face in the pillows to block it out. She was exhausted. But that was the price to be paid for their pre-dawn round of sex…and the rum. Of course she had enjoyed it immensely and it was well worth it. She thought about what they'd done and her face spread into a satisfied smile at the memory.

Fitz leaned against the bathroom doorway and lovingly studied Olivia's sleeping form. This was what he wanted, he knew, watching the steady rise and fall of her breathing. He wanted to be able to come home to her every night and wake up with her every morning. He wanted her at his side.

Silently he eased down on the bed next to her and kissed her forehead. She stirred in her sleep and he swore she whispered his name. Fitz smiled at the possible reasons as he recalled vividly the early morning passion they'd shared. His sex throbbed just thinking about it. Who would ever believe this woman, who came across as a smart and level-headed attorney, was actually the most erotic, insatiable woman he'd ever met. He shook his head in amazement before waking her.

Olivia had drifted back to sleep before she was awakened again by Fitz's warm breath against her ear.

"Up and at 'em, Livvie! We have a plane to catch in three hours," he said with too much enthusiasm.

She moaned but didn't move. "Do we have too?" she whined, her voice muffled by the pillows.

He chuckled softly. "As much as I would love to lay naked, in this bed, on this island with you, we both have jobs to get back to, projects to complete. Commitments. People are depending on us."

She groaned before finally turning over on her back, opening her eyes and staring up at the ceiling. "I know. But these last three days have been incredible. You've made my thirtieth birthday memorable and unforgettable," she said, remembering his toast before they left L.A., "and I'm not ready for it to end."

Fitz pulled her up and into his arms. "Livvie. I told you, we can always come back."

She turned and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Okay," she said. She knew they both had to return to L.A., and tomorrow, their jobs.

"Want to take a shower?" Olivia nodded and slid out of his arms to the floor.

"Last one in is a loser!" She giggled and was headed toward the bathroom before Fitz was off the bed.

X

An hour later they were both showered and dressed. Olivia watched Fitz as he wandered around the room gathering his possessions and packing for their trip to L.A. As he scurried around looking for this and that, she inhaled his cologne and the subtle male scent that was Fitz's and Fitz's alone. She would be able to find him in a darkened room filled with a thousand men. She smiled at the six feet two inches of male perfection, and for now, he was all hers. He walked past her and she gave him a light tap on his backside. Fitz stopped and turned.

"Well, looks like someone's perked up, he said with amusement in his voice.

"Yep," Olivia wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her to him. She was wearing the heart earrings and pendant. He smiled. "Does that mean I've got something to look forward to on the plane?"

Olivia stepped out of his arms. "I am not having sex on a plane, Fitzgerald." She stared at him curiously. "Have you?"

Fitz did all he could not to laugh at her shocked expression. The bathrooms on both Grant jets had showers and enough room for a couple to have sex without having to be contortionists. "No. But one of these days I wouldn't mind joining the mile high club." He winked at her.

She scrunched up her nose. "That's one club I don't need to join, thank you."

He pulled her back into his arms. "Okay, so what about later?"

She kissed the tip of his nose. "Maybe. We'll see." Turning out of his arms, she steered him across the room. "But first, we've got a plane to catch."

X

Olivia waited as Fitz closed up the house before walking down the steps and sliding into the backseat of the SUV next to her. He'd locked up the Pagoda until next time. Inside the vehicle, the two held hands the entire thirty minute trip to the airport. As the truck pulled onto the tarmac right up to Grant Holdings Gulfstream G650 business jet, Fitz and Olivia met each other's gaze. Their getaway was officially over. A crew member stood waiting for them to exit the vehicle and take their luggage. Once it was stored, he escorted her up the steps of the jet and into the cabin. The couple was greeted by the pilot and flight attendant. They took their seats and fastened their seatbelts. After a few minutes, the jet slowly taxied down the runway. The pilot increased his speed and seconds later they were lifting off, Antigua stretched out beneath them. Olivia looked out of the window as the plane banked right and headed toward L.A., carrying a tiny extra passenger.