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She wasn't expecting to see him so soon.
Not the very next morning. She wasn't exactly prepared for all of this.
Elliot clean shaven in his perfectly pressed dark navy suit with his vest buttoned up. Cuff links and a gold tie pin. She sees him walk down the hall to Warner's office before he turns to see her.
She doesn't know what to say. How the conversation ended with them was abrupt and was very, very personal. So very inappropriate for colleagues she thought as she sees him pick up his ringing phone.
She feels her face going red when his eyes meet hers with a sly smirk. He's remember last night too but doesn't seem at all phased by it, she can see it in the smugness of his grin. Hand in his pocket and folder under the other arm while he talks on the phone, his stride towards her is slow and mischievous just like the smile.
He looks her up and down before ending the call. She couldn't be more purposefully covered up and professionally dressed today but it doesn't stop him from looking, his super direct with it now. He's looking at everything he knows is underneath the loose long silk tunic buttoned up top and the dark denim blazer she has on. The layers don't matter. He's seen it all and felt it all. Well almost.
She looks caught off guard and he seems to like it. She is trying not to look at his neck and mouth now but it leaves her nowhere to look but at his eyes. The eyes that drank her in all night.
He has seen her so intimately in so many ways now. It's all extremely vivid to her no matter how she tries to block it out. Doesn't matter the sterile setting or all that surrounds them. It's suffocating to even play pretend at this point.
"Morning Captain," he says as he reaches for her arm. He is touchy now. Way more so since before casually before retreating back a step. His eyes drop instantly, he can't help it and he won't bother anymore he thinks to himself.
The body underneath the suit jacket that was encased in delicate floral lace. He knows what her nipples look like hard and pressed against the soft lace.
He knows what her body looks like under the heavy jacket. The same body that was withering and wet and so willing last night.
He snaps out of it when she clears her throat and asks him what he is working on, what brings him here and small talk but she keeps staring at his mouth and he can barely focus until Ayanna walks out of Warner's office and towards the two of them.
They greet each other with a quick hello before Bell turns to Elliot then her after Olivia asks how's she doing after her vaccine. They just had talked about going for their needles the last time they bumped into each other outside the courthouse last week.
"Good, just a sore arm. What about you? I hope you don't have the same side effects as your old partner here," Bell says to Olivia, her eyes shooting to Elliot's briefly.
Elliot had his needle two weeks ago. She sees the look in his eyes to play along.
"I can't believe how it made you so tired, you actually slept in the car and didn't say anything about my podcasts.." Ayanna smiles as she doesn't pick up on the discomfort Olivia feels and the sexual thrill that races through her knowing he's full of shit.
She is the only one that knows he told a little white lie about being tired as a side effect and not because of the restless night he owes to her.
The tossing and turning that followed him studying the photos of her on his phone and thinking about how sexual her answers were to him.
He couldn't help but touch himself, she was right there in his hands on the glowing screen now. Ass out, tits barely contained and a look on her face like she couldn't wait for it, like she would beg for it if he kept telling her what a good girl she was, what a good job she was doing and he replays that in his mind over and over.
She nearly knocks her mirror off when she leaves the parking garage that same day.
It didn't help that the following week when she was stopping to pick up dinner before heading home, she gets nearly side swiped because of her veering off in a daze.
Not even a few hours later she drops her phone in the toilet not remembering it was in her back pocket when she went to go pee.
She can't stop thinking about that conversation and evening in the hotel. The photos. The videos she couldn't watch more than once.
She may replay their moments of undress with her under, on top and bent down on display in-front of him over and over in her head but she forbids herself from doing anything beyond that.
She doesn't contact him outside of work related matters because she isn't sure what she will say, even when she calls and leaves voicemails she responds in text. Its just a lot. The last things she said to him were very intimate and extremely personal.
They were crass and questionable as far as being professional goes but it also was a night of great control and restraint.
She was playing a part.
She was acting and improvising with a very real man.
A very real situation was escalating between them because they had never ever crossed any physical or sexual lines in the past.
Now they were running towards it together under the guise of work.
Yes the case was real but so were his feelings to her and the attraction he could never ever shake.
But the situation itself and the circumstances weren't real. It wasn't them.
Or was it, she wondered to herself when she goes to open the app to see 23 message requests from couples and single men and women looking to interact with them at the upcoming party.
She isn't sure what is expected of them.
They are all attractive mature affluent people looking to experiment sexually with the both of them.
For the video they uploaded it gave off that she was riding him slowly, the blankets around her hips barely covering her ass just concealed enough for it to look like she was really, really riding him.
The photos outside of the ones she took in the bathroom were stills from him taking her from behind. The photos and video were locked for invite only viewing once they were approved by the administrator.
Despite how sexual the photos may have looked like didn't actually take it any farther than kissing and rubbing.
All restrictions were barely hanging on by a thread but she left that night not crossing a major line.
They were clothed even if it was barely there. Even if she is pretty sure they both were touching themselves on the phone, it wasn't her hand stroking him no matter how much she wanted it to be her every time she looked down to see him rearrange the bulge in his boxer briefs with his own hands.
He had photos of her body on his phone that she knows he probably didn't delete. And it's okay with her. She hopes they made me happy and make him hard. It makes her wet all day long and uncomfortable when she goes to work for a mandatory safety meeting.
He gives her space now because he knows how she has no problem pushing away now.
She's done it all alone and he gets that.
But on one night she decides to stop ignoring whats ahead of them and goes on to the app and sees the notifications.
Olivia knows she has to participate so that night when Noah is fast asleep she lays on the couch with her shorts and t shirt on and scrolls.
His wish list of items.
Some makes her roll her eyes.
Other thing surprise her totally and perhaps raise her interest.
A remote control sex toy that syncs to a phone, a pale pink push up bra that is totally sheer, handcuffs, garter belts, thongs, an extremely short and distasteful lingerie set that looked like a short skirt and bralette.
She can't even click it nor would she ever wear it.
She keeps scrolling and sees strappy heels, lube and smirks to herself knowing that it's never been an issue with her and deletes the item off the list and panics in the moments after hoping he doesn't look further into it.
She sees the rest of the lingerie he picked out for her wish list and it's all floral and totally see through and pretty but also very provocative.
She wonders if he would like this version of her now. On her couch in a big t shirt and shorts with no make up on and her messy hair up.
She wonders if he would laugh if she added brownie flavoured cake icing to her wish list along with a mud mask and the waterproof vibrator she seen amongst the items to add to wish list.
Instead she sees a Polaroid camera and clicks it into the cart with its matching mini printer.
Olivia wants to tell him that she hasn't used a toy since before that night in the hotel.
She wants to explain to him that her own touch is good enough, and that she can barely last more than a few minutes when his memory is so fresh in her mind.
It gets her there so,so fast.
She wonders what he will think when he sees her additions to their wish list especially the camera.
She can't stop thinking about how their bodies looked and how she wishes she had a piece of him with her when she was alone like he has of her locked away on his phone.
But now she's in her pjs with her soggy picked over Greek salad in a big bowl on her coffee table.
She is worlds away from what a he sees at work and even further from what he got to see, and touch in the hotel.
Not the version that's been uploaded as bait. She opens the app and sees the profiles he's liked from other couples which is something they had to do as part of the app.
One that catches her eye is a grey haired man with a chiseled face and his stunning exotic wife with light green eyes and wavy golden hair.
Doug, 64 and Sienna, 47
ATL
Medical professionals seeking couple for play.
+Wife Play
Wife play? She looks around on the app until she sees the section in their own profile and what is clicked off. He has it blank still left to click off. 'Wife Play' was when it was encouraged and preferred for two women to share an encounter with each other in front of their spouses.
She can't believe how far this could go and also her absolute willingness to dive in with him with no hesitation.
She thinks of the idea of Elliot watching a man touch her and she knows there is no possible way. But a woman? A safe and gentle curious touch here and there, could he really be mad at that? Maybe he would be turned on by that, she thinks to herself as she clicks it off on their own profile and continues to go through their messages both shocked and intrigued by the interest in them.
She wonders who in the inbox has piqued Elliot's interest. The tall leggy blond looking for an older man and woman to experiment with with the piercing blue eyes and perfectly crafted breasts.
Or was it the beautiful black woman with long thin braids, a perfect smile and the most beautiful shape she's ever seen from the picture perfect holiday photos in a bikini she uploaded that sat in his saved list of candidates for the party. Erica from London, England looking for a sophisticated mature woman to pleasure with male partner interaction.
She would be lying to say she wasn't turned on, that she wasn't scared and extremely out of her realm.
It doesn't it her until the text comes the following Monday morning.
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He texts her that they are in.
This Saturday.
She stops dead in her tracks talking to Kat when she processes his words on her screen as they leave the cafe from lunch.
She doesn't say anything back to him other than okay but its not okay. It's only Monday for fucks sake, there's no way she will be able to ignore this and push it aside but its going to be a long week.
But she finds herself anxious and excited preparing for the 'date'. Buys new lingerie and a tight black dress. It's a maxi dress and very tight, long and fits against her ass like a second skin.
Strapless.
Unlike anything she's ever worn. She looks tan and so exotic with perfectly straight hair that hits almost mid back to his surprise.
The dress and how tight and snug it is only makes her curves look even more accentuated.
She keeps her neck bare but but thin golden bangles on her wrist. With her hair down and dark make up, she keeps her lips light and shiny.
He can't stop staring at her mouth when he shows up with two eye masks, a suit on no tie, cologne she doesn't recognize. He's holding gold and black satin embroidered masks.
"Masks?" She finds it odd considering to gain entry you have to submit intimate photos and videos but hiding your eyes is what's private.
"It allows members to act more freely, knowing something is concealed.." he hands her the eye mask and she looks down at the delicate black lace that covers it and back up at him.
It's not the masks she's staring at when her eyes follow his hand. It's his left hand. His wedding ring is off now.