The sultriness in her words captivate him. He's speechless. He just nods at her, as she pulls away from him breaking their embrace. As she steps away from him she sees his erection on display, in his grey jogging pants. The sight excites her and makes her smile.

He sees her looking down at his crotch. His eyes then focus back on her; he sees her run her tongue along the opening of her luscious lips. Which causing his erection to ache for her. She too is caught up as she feels her bundle of nerves to twinge. However, the sound of the garbage disposal breaks them from their lustful haze. It's then they remember they're not alone as reality comes crashing in. As reality set is, they also realize the secret service agent Mark, has his back turned.

Realizing how quickly things got out of hand with them. They both laugh as she finally turns her back and walks away from him. He watches her walk away, and she knows he's looking. So she sashays more than normal, swaying her hips. He enjoys the show as he fixates on her round firm ass, in those white yoga pants. It's obvious she's not wearing panties; this realization makes him bite his bottom lip. His eyes remain fixed on her until she disappears into her room, closing the door behind her.

When she enters her bathroom she's grinning. She knows she left quite the impression on him that will surely set the stage for tonight. She walks into her bathroom stripping as she goes. And throwing her clothes into the hamper as she starts the shower. As she surveys her body in the mirror she says, "Yep, he's in for a treat for sure." She gives herself a wink at her physique, and pins up her hair in preparation for her shower.

Twenty minutes later she's showered and standing in the mirror, applying her makeup, while being partially dressed. She's wearing her hair curly today, no time for pressing or flat ironing. As she dresses she's a bit disappointed Fitz didn't joined her. She thought surely they'd at least get a quickie in before they both leave. But clearly she's wrong. Since he still hasn't come into the room yet.

Briefly, she wonders what Mark had to tell him that demanded his immediate attention. Whatever it was it has to be something security based, because anything else would've come from Cyrus directly. Remembering she saw his cell on the night stand, she considers that perhaps Cyrus called Mark instead of Fitz. It could be official business related, but it could be more on the personal side too.

Not wanting to get too wrapped up in what could be going on, she decides to let it go. Just as he'd instructed her to do, when they discovered Cyrus' link to her father. She has to trust that if there's something he needs to tell her, he will tell her. She says to herself, you said you trust him. So trust him. She takes a breath and clears her head as she refocuses her mind on the present. And hopes for the best where Cyrus is concerned, hoping he hasn't gone too far in his off the book operations. After all, he's her long time mentor and friend, who she'd hate to lose. But in the end, she knows Cyrus can only be who he is, which makes him more of a liability than anything.

Shaking off her thoughts, she checks back into the present and finishes her make-up and her hygiene routine. As she admires her smile in the mirror, she hears her phone ringing. As she looks down at it, simultaneously, she hears the door to the bedroom open and close. She responds to the text from Abby, and as she puts the phone down. She turns to face the open door way. When she looks up. She sees a shirtless, and silent Fitz. He steps into the bathroom with her. They both take status of their appearances.

He sees her standing in a white, French vanilla lace, lace up bra and boy short panty set he bought her. The contrast between her mocha skin, and the French vanilla color strikes him right away, and causes his noticeable erection to twinge. He remembers why he picked the ensemble, and right now he's oh so glad he did.

He already wanted her before entering the bathroom. But pairing his desire for her with this image of her standing before him, with the addition of those black stiletto heels she's rocking, and he's like a kid on Christmas.

As he approaches her she surveys his strong, well-formed chest and abs. She bites her bottom lip, and her eyes go straight to his sweat pants. She sees he's back at attention. Her gaze is broken by seeing him licking his lips, and hearing his voice, as he says, "MMMM." No longer trapped in a lustful gaze. She sees he's coming for her, like a man possessed.

As he gets closer she gulps hard. She sees the fire and determination in his eyes. He's a man that won't be denied, and once she feels his strong hands grip her hips and slide up her body, cupping her bra covered breasts, as he presses his bulging manhood against her firmly and unapologetically. She's completely overwhelmed, and gives into him instantly.

His touch on her skin works like magic. She's instantly back in their previous moment, in the living room. The way her body responds to him is unreal. She's instantly dripping wet, and moaning profusely, as her bud quakes, and her nipples are like boulders.

Sex is in the air, and it's clearly about to go down. She's losing herself in the moment, until her phone rings again, distracting her. She can tell by the ringtone, it's the office. She feels a battle stirring up inside her, she knows she has to go. But her body is in full sex response mode.

She tries to shake herself from her sex haze. But she sees how focused he is on her, as if the phone's not even ringing. Her desires and her sense of responsibility are playing havoc on her right now. She tries to do the right thing, and in a breathless voice, she says, "Fitz, wait, I have to….." He interrupts her, by abruptly turning her around to face him, and planting the kiss of all kisses on her.

His kiss wipes her mind completely, and she no longer hears the ringing phone, or remembers needing to be at work. The kiss breaks, and he's got her ass bound tightly in his grasp like a vice grip. She moans as he starts kissing and sucking on her neck. My God, what this man does to her, is insane.

She's so wet right now her panties are useless and almost sagging in the seat. As he kisses on her he feels the heat between them rising. He knows she's hot for him, and she's ready for him to take her. He can smell her essence pooling between her thighs, which makes him moan her name. Her name on his tongue is like music, and the way he's muttering it, it's like he's singing her a lullaby. He feels the intensity in her body, and he's craving her release. He doesn't remember ever wanting her this badly. He has to have her, not now but right now.

As his wondrous hand play begins, which will undoubtedly put her on the road to ecstasy; a moan escapes her lips, as he passionately kisses and licks her neck. He simultaneously massages her breast with one hand, and slides his hands into her panties, cupping her sex with the other. Feeling the saturation of her panties, and the wetness of her folds, he seductively whispers in her ear, "MMMM you're so fucking wet."

The hotness of his breath, and the pure sex dripping from his words, push her closer to the edge. She falls into him, as she feels him slip his ring, and middle fingers between her folds. Her flowing juices make the fit between her clit and his fingers feel heavenly.

As he slips his fingers deeper into her, she gasps, as she says, "MMM, Fitz.. I….I have I…have to go….." Filled with carnal desire, he whispers, "After I fuck you to my satisfaction. You can go." His sexy, commanding baritone voice, filled with such passion matched with him long stroking her, now with three fingers pumping into her. Makes her eyes roll back in her head as she grips his neck, and prepares to let go.

With her giving in he focuses on her sensual moans, which are pushing his climax, as he continues to throb. She picks up the pace; it's evident she's rounding the corner of climax too. She's working her hips with fluidity, and passion.