Olivia was feeling a not too pleasant strain of abstinence. It had been twenty seven days since she and Peter had had sex and her body was craving both it and him. Before she'd met Peter sex didn't really register on her mind. She enjoyed it, but she could easily live without it. Now that her relationship with Peter had turned physical, she needed sex. And she needed him. Badly. They'd both been working late. They'd stopped the bad guys, so she now had to time to deal with more personal matters.

She bumped into Peter (literally) in one of the corridors, and he put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "Are you okay?"

"No," she said. "Do you have ten minutes?"

"Er, I guess," he said confused. "Why?"

She gripped his tie for a moment and smiled. "Just follow me." She walked away quickly, and Peter followed, completely bewildered. After a few moments, she found what she was after. Opening a door, she went inside and Peter followed, his eyes blinded by the darkness.

"Liv… what…?" He blinked as she flicked the light switch on and he looked around. They were in a cleaning cupboard, very tight space and he wondered what on earth she was doing.

"I want you to fuck me."

"I'm sorry?" he said, convinced he'd misheard her.

"I want you to fuck me," she repeated. Then she sighed and shook her head. "I can't wait any longer Peter, I just can't."

"So you want to have sex in a cupboard?" he asked in bewilderment.

"I want to have sex anywhere that doesn't have CCTV," she corrected. "This was the first place I thought of. Do you know how long its been?"

"It's been a while," he admits, a slow smile forming on his face. "I know that."

"Twenty seven days," she said. "And about ten hours. I swear to God, if I have to wait until we get home at about nine in the evening I'm going to scream."

"Okay," he said quickly. He pulled her close to him in a tight embrace. "Calm down." She sighed into his shoulder, trying to pull herself together. She was not the kind of woman to badger a man into sex, what had come over her, she didn't know. He leaned down and kissed her softly, a hand tangling in her hair.

"Are you sure you can't wait until tonight?"

"I'm sure," she said. "Unless you don't want to…" Peter smothered her worries by kissing her passionately, pushing her backwards in the small space until she bumped into a tiny cupboard. She perched her bum on the edge and Peter pushed her onto it.

"Open your legs," he said, hands on her knees pressing outwards. She did eagerly and noticed the tent in his trousers.

"How are you so hard so quickly?" she marvelled.

"I only need to look at you," he murmured. "Just be grateful that in the meeting room there's a table, so I don't embarrass myself." She smiled.

"You put men half your age to shame," she said.

"Men half my age don't have you." He spoke as if it was the simplest thing in the world, and she realised to him, it was. He pushed her skirt up out of the way and plunged his hand between her legs, fingers sliding under her knickers. "God you're soaking," he murmured, voice low and erotic. Her head fell back and hit the wall, her nipples tightening with want as he stroked her softly. "Look at me Liv." She did, eyes popping open. He made sure she didn't look away as he thrust two fingers deep inside her. She squealed, loudly.

"Be quiet," he said, free hand over her lips. "You don't want someone to hear and open the door." No, she didn't. She could only imagine the humiliation were Sonny to open the door. Or God forbid Fin. She'd never be able to look them in the eye again. Then Peter's fingers curled inside her and rational thought became a thing of the past. He brought her very close then removed his hand and she moaned.

"That's cruel," she breathed.

Peter eyes burned at her as licked his fingers and she shuddered with desire. Then he kissed her deeply. She didn't realise he'd been unfastening his trousers at the same time, not until he thrust deep inside her. She cried out and arched her back into him. He pressed a kiss to each of her eyelids, her nose and then her lips before moving. He moved very, achingly slowly inside her. Pulling out until he was just teasing her folds with the tip of his erection before pushing into her again, slow enough so she could feel every part of him as he slid inside her.

"Oh please Peter," she whispered quietly into his ear. "Please."

"Oh no," he said. "I'm not in any hurry. And I'm going to make this last."

"Believe me, if you take me quick and hard, I will make it worth your while when we get home tonight," she breathed, eyes wide and pleading.

"Tempting offer but no," he said firmly. He nudged inside her gently and she gasped.

"Oh Peter…" she gasped. "Please!" He ignored her and kept moving so slowly that she wanted to cry. He had noticed how long it had been since they'd had sex, and he wanted to make her remember this. Her hands slipped to his hips, trying to pull him close but he resisted. He made love to her so slowly that she lost all conscious thought. All she could do was whimper as he moved inside her, her body arching up to meet him as he withdrew and then leisurely returned to her.

Gradually he picked up the pace, making her mewl with delight, her legs tight around him. She no longer cared about anyone hearing them. She no longer cared about anything at all, except that Peter would never stop. He felt a surge of heat flow through him and knew he was close to climax. He abandoned pretence and pushed into her hard and repeatedly. He pressed his mouth to hers as they both burst into orgasm almost simultaneously. Her vision went dark for a couple of minutes as her body tried to recover from the onslaught of sensation.

Liv opened her eyes and froze, unable to believe what was happening. There was no way that Peter was talking to his boss while still buried inside her. She would kill him! "I can be there in half an hour." A pause as Peter watched her. "Absolutely. Of course. Thank you sir. Goodbye." He disconnected the call and then pulled away from her, making a reluctant moan come from her lips.

"You bastard," she said. "You answer a phone call while we're having sex?!"

"Technically it was after," he said. "I didn't want the ringing to disturb you, so I was going to ignore the call. Then I saw who it was. Sorry," he added sincerely, kissing her cheek softly.

"You teased me," she said, blue eyes glaring at him.

"I did," he agreed.

She leaned close to him and licked his ear. "You'll regret that later," she whispered. Liv straightened her skirt and then opened the cupboard door, going back to work. Peter marvelled at her composure. He gave himself a mental shake and tried to think of work. After all, he had to meet his boss in an hour.

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