Chapter 11

Olivia slides across the black bench seat of the limo, crossing her legs, trying to stop the intense ache from her core. Fitz was an expert at making her come with just his fingers. Her pulse raced. Her body was an inferno. The thought of him doing more to her made her yearn for his touch. She accepted her decision to go home with him and didn't plan on looking back. His intense gaze bore into her petite frame, sending shivers up and down her spine. He winked and slid his tongue across his bottom lip, pressing on a small button. A small refrigerator filled with drinks opened. "Something to drink?" Fitz asked, filling a glass with two ice cubes.

"Yes, water." Olivia answered.

He twisted the cap off the bottle and handed it to Olivia. He opened another compartment and took out a bottle of scotch, pouring the brown liquid inside the glass, swirling it around. His gaze changes from intense to hunger. Like a predator closing in on his prey. Butterflies take wing in Olivia's belly and she sips on her water. Fitz took a long gulp from his glass and settled it inside the holder, "tell me what pleases you in the bedroom."

Olivia swallowed. Hard. She wasn't expecting his question. She figured they'd ease into the conversation about sex. She glanced down at the floor then back up at him. There were a million questions buzzing around in her head. The silence stretched between them. "Cat got your tongue?" Fitz asked, pouring more scotch inside his glass.

Olivia straitened her back against the leather seat. She takes the glass he's holding and sips the brown liquid. The alcohol slides down her throat causing a slight burn. She handed him the glass and smirked, "tastes like gasoline." She turned to face him, "I like a little foreplay in the beginning, depending on my mood. Sometimes I want to just get to it and fuck." He took her hand and kissed the back of it, "what type of mood are you in?"

He lowered her hand to his thigh. Mere inches away from his crotch. His dick hardened, thickening against the confines of his pants. Her touch was gentle and rhythmic. Her nimble fingers inched closer to his length, teasing him through the fabric. His head dropped back against the leather headrest and he whispered, "fuck," into the air. She leaned in close to his ear, brushing her lips against the soft flesh, "what type of mood are you in?"

"I'm in a giving mood." He answered huskily, placing his hand on top of hers, stopping her movements. If she continued, he was going to come. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him. He'd sworn off women the moment he set his eyes on Olivia. "It means I'll give you everything you want. There is just one stipulation."

Olivia placed her hand on her lap. "What's that?"

"In the bedroom…I need control." He stated firmly.

Olivia nodded with a smile. She didn't mind giving up control in the bedroom. She found it sexy and erotic when a man was in charge. The few men she'd been with were unskilled and only concerned with their own pleasure. She had a feeling sex with Fitz would be different. Edison had been her last sexual experience and it was lack luster. His position of choice was missionary. He claimed it was the best way to make a woman orgasm. Faking her orgasms had become tiring and boring. She had to finish the job when Edison left the room and went to shower. She'd watched enough porn and read a ton of erotic novels to know that sex was so much more than what she'd experienced.

The partition slid down, Huck glanced in the rearview mirror. "To the apartment?"

"No, my home." Fitz nodded, glancing at Olivia. He needed her in his home. In his bed. His home was sacred and untethered. The walls of his Manhattan apartment would tell a sordid tale of the women he'd fucked. He frowned at the thought.

Olivia circled her arm in between his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. "How far is your home?"

"An hour." He murmured, lifting her on his lap. "Just enough time to tease you endlessly."

Olivia tossed her head back with a chuckle. "Quite the contrary, Fitzgerald. I plan on teasing you." She slipped her hands through the silk of his hair, slightly tugging on the short curls. She rested her lips against his. He wasted no time devouring her soft plump lips. His kiss was electric, sending chills through her body, igniting her core. Olivia rocked against his erection, needing friction. She quickly pulled his shirt from his pants, needing to touch him. She let out a breathless moan as her hands roamed his hard, rippled chest. He shuttered from her touch, deepening the kiss. His hips rocked to her rhythm. Every soft moan from Olivia, sent him into a tizzy and he gripped her ass, pressing her against his erection. "I'm imagining what it's going to feel like when your pussy is wrapped around me." He groaned against her mouth.

Dirty talk. She loved it. Every word heightened her arousal. She dropped her head on his shoulder the moment she felt two fingers slide deep inside her core. "I want to taste you, but I know if I start I won't be able to stop." He murmured.

Olivia pulled his drenched fingers from her core, pressing them to his lips, "taste." She shuddered, watching him lick them clean.

"It's not enough." He groaned in a low voice.

Olivia slid her hands down his cheeks. "It'll have to be enough…for now." She smiled, moving from his lap. "Have you ever been intimate in your limo?" Olivia asked, fixing her dress.

Fitz adjusted his pants. His erection, hard as stone, barely contained in his slacks. It throbbed. Begging to be free. "If you're asking if I've fucked a woman in my limo, the answer would be no."

Olivia sucked in her bottom lip and guzzled the rest of her water. "I want to be your first."

His eyes lit up. He picked up his glass and tossed back the remainder of scotch. "Looking forward to it."

X

The limo came to a stop. Fitz stepped out, reaching his hand inside the limo for Olivia. "Welcome to my home." He stated, linking his fingers with hers, walking her to the front door. He punched a few numbers on a keypad and pushed on the door. He stepped to the side, allowing her to walk in front of him. Her heels clicked loudly on the white marble floor. She slipped out of her shoes, dangling them in her hand. She looked at him, then back at the double spiral staircase. "Wow, Fitz. This is your home?"

"It is. It took an entire year to build. Take a look around. I'll get us something to drink." Fitz disappeared leaving Olivia alone in the foyer. She didn't know what room to explore first. She looked to her right then to her left. Deciding on the room with the large white couch, she dug her feet inside the white plush carpet. It felt like walking on a cloud. An oversized crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. The large ceiling to floor windows gave a panoramic view of the city. Olivia walked to one of the windows and stared out in the distance, trying to figure out where they were. She wasn't nervous. She felt safe, especially since Turner installed a tracking device inside her watch. Olivia strolled to the white brick fireplace, her eyes darting to the framed pictures. She trailed her fingers across the mantle, stopping at each picture. There was a picture of Fitz and an older woman, she presumed it was his mother. A picture of him in his cap and gown standing with his father. Olivia picked up the last picture. He was hugging a young woman. She sensed Fitz the moment he entered the room. Goosebumps trailed up her skin. He wrapped his arm around her waist and handed her a glass filled with red wine. She closed her eyes, silently praying she didn't spill it on the white carpet.

"My stepsister." He chimed, kissing the side of her neck.

"You have a sister?" Olivia turned in his arms.

"Yes. Anastasia. We're close. I don't get to see her as much as I would like."

"Why?"

Fitz shrugged. "Work keeps me busy."

"You should make time for her, Fitz. Family is important."

He pointed to the picture of him and his mother. "My mother, Laura. You'll like her." He lifted the picture of his dad and stared at it for a moment. Olivia knew that feeling all too well. Sadness. He placed the picture back on the mantle. "My father. He was a good man." His mood shifted from playful and sexy to solemn. Her fingers linked with his and she gave a gentle squeeze, bringing him back to the present.

Olivia turned to the front door when she heard a light tap. "Excuse me." Fitz dropped her hand and moved swiftly to the door. She couldn't see who it was. Once the door closed, she walked to where Fitz stood in the kitchen. "How often do you spend time here? It doesn't look like anyone lives here."

"I have staff for all of my needs."

"All of your needs?" She emphasized.

He turned and faced her, lifting her chin. "Is my past going to be a problem?"

"Fitz, you've slept with a lot of women. I'm sure it's going to be an issue at some point." Olivia sighed.

"I'm a man who is not married or had a commitment with a woman. Am I not allowed to indulge in sex if both parties agree?" He responded.

He was right. He wasn't married or in a committed relationship. If he wanted to fuck around, he could. Olivia sighed, crossing her hands in front of her chest. "It's your body, Fitz. You can do whatever you want with it."

He chuckled. "I've always used protection, Olivia. Always. I enjoy sex. When it's done right, it can be very fulfilling."

"Should I hold up a black light?"

"I don't bring women to my home. I have an apartment in Manhattan." He answered, peering his eyes above the glass waiting for her reaction.

"You have a fuckpad?" Olivia chimed.

Fitz laughed. "I have an apartment in Manhattan. The only women who've been here are my mother, stepsister, staff and now you."

Olivia was utterly speechless. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest. His simple gesture of bringing her to his home didn't go unnoticed and it made her feel special. Desired. And it made her want him even more.

Fitz followed her up the spiral staircase that led to the master suite. He pushed on the door, waiting for Olivia to enter.

"Wow." Olivia gasped. His bedroom encompassed the entire third floor. A massive sleigh bed dominated the space. The ceiling over the bed was made of glass and gave a view of the night sky. The linens were a soft cream and pleasing to the eye. A seating area was on one side of the room and a minibar with stools was on the other side. Olivia strolled through the room, moving in and out of the luxurious walk in closets. His clothes and shoes were neatly arranged. His wealth was on full display. Fitz handed Olivia a large pink box, "this is for you."

Olivia smiled and pulled on the black satin bow. Her eyes beamed as she lifted a long black satin night gown from the box. Fitz draped the night gown in front of her, "from the day I met you, I've only wanted you."

"Fitz." Olivia turned in his arms.

"Wear it tonight." He said huskily, pressing his lips against hers. He lowered his lips to her neck, nibbling at her shoulder. Goose bumps raced down her back and Olivia shivered. "Take all the time you need. I'll shower in the other room."

X

Fitz stood in the doorway of the bedroom, admiring Olivia. Her back was to him as she rubbed lotion up and down her legs. He adjusted his black silk pajama pants, feeling his dick swell from the sight of her. He strolled to her, kneeling, taking the lotion bottle from her hand. He squirted the creamy liquid in his hand and rubbed it up and down her right leg, then her left. Her eyes locked with his, brown orbs meeting cerulean blue. Both filled with lust. His hand inched further up the inside of her thigh. She sucked in a breath, feeling his fingers inch closer to her core. His fingers were met with her bare flesh. No panties. Her eyes pleaded and begged for him to go higher. Her core throbbed in anticipation. He kissed the inside of her thigh and stood. "I would be an asshole if we engaged in our pleasures tonight." He lifted her hand, turning her so her back was against his chest. She could feel his erection against her back.

"How so?" Olivia asked, confused.

"We have a lot to discuss tomorrow. I would hate to cloud any thoughts you have with a night of passion."

Olivia nodded with a soft sigh. How was she going to sleep when her body has been on fire since the party and the limo ride? He pulled back the covers and watched as she slid under. "Would you rather I sleep in another room?" Fitz asked standing on the other side of the bed.

"No." Olivia answered.

He slid under the covers. Grateful she agreed to let him sleep next to her. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a challenge. He wouldn't dare give her his back. He inched closer to her, gathering her in his arms, sinking his head against her hair, smelling the light scent of her shampoo. Olivia wiggled, attempting to get closer to him even though her back was flush against his chest. Fitz wrapped his hand around her waist, stilling her movements, "Liv, if you keep moving like that, I'm going to lose all the resolve I have."

Her movements stilled, but his didn't. He trailed his hand up and down her arm until he heard her breathing change and he knew she had fallen asleep. In. His. Arms.