Our jackets lie abandoned on the floor, her shoes scattered between the sofa and the desk. Her shirt flutters loose from her shoulders, leaving them bare to the touch. My fingers leave pink marks on the smooth ivory of her skin as I pull her closer to me. Olivia buries her head against my chest, biting the collar of my shirt to keep herself from moaning loud enough for my poor secretary to hear her. Her skirt hikes up over her hips, leaving me the space to slip between her legs. Her ankles lock behind my back and I slide my hands up her back to pull her closer. I rely on her to set the pace, and the shaking of her shoulders against me hints that she's on the edge of more then just my desk.

I can taste the sweat on her neck and she's delicious as I nibble up to her hairline. Damp curls brush against my chest as she lifts her head from my chest to kiss me. She bites in my lips, stealing the breath from my lungs. Olivia slips away from my kiss, loosing the ability to control herself. Her sharp inhalation echoes through my office, and I quickly force my mouth over hers to absorb her scream of release. Her hands claw against my back, irritating the skin beneath my shirt. I let go into her, feeling her collapse around me. We lean against the desk and she struggles for breath in my arms.

"You're a better workout then my golf game." My whisper turns her panting to laughter.

She kisses my neck, soothing the mark she's left there with her nails. "That's what you told Annie you were doing?"

I do up my trousers, smoothing the sweet spot of her thighs as she smiles at me wickedly. "Of course, she knows I like to spend my Friday afternoons at the golf course."

Content, she sighs lazily and lets me keep my hands where they are. "What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow she'll be in New York, maxing out her credit on Madison Avenue." I bury my hands beneath her shirt, running up to caress her breasts. "Can you get away?"

Olivia uses her legs to pull me closer, the reflection of passion still dark in her eyes. "What am I getting away too?"

"Dinner." I run my hands slowly down and sneak them all the way out to her knees. "A very private dinner. Roses, candles-" I suck on the soft skin beneath the line of her jaw. "Chocolate-"

Planting her lips in the middle of my chest, she smiles up at me as I shudder in remembered delight. "Sounds romantic. Too bad Annie's going to be out of town."

I chuckle and shake my head. "It's going to be wasted on me I'm afraid."

She sighs with resignation and starts to button her shirt. "I suppose I could join you. It would be a shame for your dinner to be wasted because you don't appreciate chocolate."

Pulling myself up on the desk next to her, I start in on the buttons of my shirt as well. "It's not that I don't, I just appreciate other things more."

"For example?" Olivia pulls her skirt down as she slips off the desk. If it weren't of a softer fabric it would be wrinkled beyond wearing, but she came prepared.

I catch her arm and pull her in, because I want to smell her hair again. "Your eyes. The way you make me feel like I'm fresh out of law school again."

"I'm afraid you can't eat my eyes." She deadpans as I caress her cheek.

Following my finger with my lips, I smile at her with quiet admiration. "That would be a waste of them, wouldn't it?" She lets me finish a circuit around her chin. "Maybe I'll have to admire them from afar."

"You're not very far away." Purring as she leans into my touch, Olivia searches my eyes for the truth.

"Sometimes I feel I'm worlds away from you. Even when we're in the same room." I sigh and rest my head against her forehead. "What happened to us?"

Olivia turns away, but her head leans back into my chest. She pulls my arms around her, keeping our connection even if we can't look at each other. "We are who we are. We've both done things we regret. Things that have driven us apart."

"Maybe we've let that matter too much." I venture bravely. I wouldn't be able to say it if I could see the hurt that must be in her eyes. "Things in the past aren't what we should judge our lives on."

Her hands fidget with the cuffs of my shirt, and I can feel her chest flatten with emotion, but I can't read it in her voice. "What should we judge ourselves on? if we aren't the sum of our past, what do we have?"

It's out before I can censor myself. "Each other."

"Do we?" She starts to pull out of my arms, but I hold onto her. Olivia's breathing is quick again, but we're beyond making love. This is far more dangerous.

I can't let go and I hold her to me even when she struggles for escape again. "We keep coming back to each other. Doesn't that say something to you Liv?"

She gasps in surprise. The nickname cuts into her heart, eating at her resolve. "What should it say?"

I'm not controlling my own voice at all anymore. "That there's a still a connection, something neither of us can deny."

Olivia's voice softens, exhausted with emotion. "Perhaps denial is all we have left Gregory."

I whirl her around and stare into her eyes. They burn from the pain behind them, agonies that I've caused her. Guilt cuts into us both, slicing the air between us. "Denial is all that's keeping us from the truth! Why can't you see that?"

She grabs my hands, pulling them in to her chest and clinging to them. "Because I'm blind when I look at you." Olivia's grip is painfully tight but she's not letting go either. I doubt she can. "You're-" She shakes her head, shutting her eyes against my gaze. "You have been, you are, my life. My whole life and I- God, I don't even know where to start thinking about that."

"Olivia, I lo-" She cuts me off, throwing a hand over my mouth.

"Don't- Don't say it."

I kiss her hand softly and let it fall away from my lips. "It's the truth."

"A lie wouldn't rip my heart out." Olivia drops my hands and leans on the desk for support. "That's why it hurts so much."

"Hey-" I can't stand to see her cry, but I cause that pain. I made each one of the tears that runs down that beautiful face. I touch her back, praying we aren't too far gone and I can still rescue something. To my great surprise, Olivia turns into my hand, rushing back to rest in my arms.

Her shoulders are shaking again, trembling like my heart. "I- I do. I do too."