Chapter 12
Olivia woke to an empty bed. Stretching, she moved to the other side resting her head on Fitz's pillow, engulfing his intoxicating scent. His scent was an aphrodisiac. Her core woke, instantly throbbing. Arousal seeping through her veins. She hugged the pillow tighter, sighing. She didn't know what awaited her with their conversation. It would determine their future if they even had one. Her eyes centered on three large boxes on the dresser. Easing out of bed, she walked to the dresser, lifting the small note card on top of the box.
I had my stylist send over a few things for you.
F.
She opened each box, discovering a white dress, a pair of blue jeans and a yellow t-shirt, sandals, and several bra and panty sets. She picked the dress, matching it with the black bra and panty. After showering and getting dressed, Olivia searched the house for Fitz. He was on the terrace, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He looked relaxed, holding a book in his hand. She opened the doors, his eyes connected with hers. "Hi." Olivia stated, leaning against the sliding door.
"Hi." He willed her to him. "You look beautiful. I take it everything fit."
Olivia nodded yes.
"I made breakfast. It's still warm."
Olivia smiled, sitting next to Fitz. He pulled her chair close to his. "Too far. I need to touch you." His hand rested on her knee, making circles. "How did you sleep?"
"Wonderful. Your bed is like sleeping on a bed of feathers."
"It's one of the finest mattresses."
She watched Fitz make her plate and pour hot water in a mug for tea. He kissed her cheek before settling down in his chair. After a few bites of food, Fitz placed his silverware on the side of his plate. "Five years ago, my father was murdered. So was Mellie's father. A business deal gone bad."
Olivia gasped. "Killed." She swirled the food around her mouth a few times before letting it slide down her throat. Her stomach felt uneasy listening to his words. "What kind of deal? Did you know about it? Were you involved?"
His voice cracked. "Slow down, baby." He swallowed hard before finishing, "they were inside a restaurant. It was a setup."
Olivia pushed her plate aside, her eyes watering. "I'm sorry, Fitz."
"It's ok." He leaned back in his chair. "My father started Grant Enterprises before I was born. When he started conducting business abroad, he hired Mellie's father. He was well known for growing businesses in places like London, Asia, and the Caribbean. They became more than just business partners. They were friends. Mellie's mother died during childbirth, so her father raised her on his own." He sighed. "When her father died, there was a stipulation in his will. It gave her fifty percent of the company."
"Fifty percent?" Olivia asked.
"I was just as shocked as you. My father never discussed it with me. His will also had the same clause. I'm assuming they discussed it and made the agreement. Although Mellie owns half of Grant Enterprises, we have a good working relationship. She doesn't fight me on company decisions."
"I wonder if that will change now."
"What do you mean?" Fitz asked.
"Has she ever shown interest in you?"
Fitz chuckled. "No." He poured orange juice inside of his glass. "We've had plenty of opportunities to fuck each other if we wanted to. I have no interest in Mellie. I'm not attracted to her. She's one hell of a cock blocker, though."
"Oh, I know."
Fitz arched his eyebrow.
"At the vodka launch party. There was this woman who wanted your number. Mellie refused t give it to her."
Fitz sighed. "Women try to befriend her just to get close to me. I hate it."
"Does she date or have a significant other?"
"I'm not sure. We don't discuss our personal lives."
Olivia twirled the hem of her dress. "Did they find the killer?"
"It took the police department several months to investigate the case and find a suspect. He went to trial and the judge determined that it wasn't enough evidence for a conviction. He walked." Fitz stood and tossed his napkin on his plate, walking from the table, "fucking bastard!" Olivia rushed to his side, grabbing his hand. "We can stop talking about your dad, if it bothers you."
"No. You need to know everything." He squeezed her hand, facing her. "Mellie took it hard. She fell into a deep depression. She couldn't function or help with running the company. It was all on me."
"Did Mellie get help?"
"I paid for the best therapists and outpatient care. Eventually she came around, but she's guarded about what happened."
"You saved her life. She's loyal to you."
He shrugged. "Mellie doesn't owe me anything. Saving her was about business. I couldn't make moves or talk to the board without her being there."
Olivia placed her hand on his heart. It was beating rapidly. "What happened to the person who killed your father?"
He took a deep breath and looked down at her. "He was dealt with."
"Fitz, what happened?"
"An eye for an eye."
Olivia dropped her hand, taking a few steps back. "Did you…did you kill him?"
"No."
Olivia took a deep breath. "Do you know who did it?"
"Yes." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, "I can't tell you who did it, Olivia. Please don't ask."
She knew he was finished discussing the subject about his father.
"How did you meet Victoria?"
"I'd lost myself when my father died. My mother was engrossed in her new relationship. My friends didn't know how to respond to the change in my behavior. I was mean and short with conversations. They backed away and gave me space. Alcohol and work became my best friends. It was a way to drown my pain. Once Mellie started receiving treatment, I left New York and spent time in London. I'd visited the same bar every night. One evening she approached me. It was supposed to be a one-night stand but it turned into five years of fucking. She took away the loneliness I was feeling at the time. It was just sex. We never had a commitment. She knew I was involved with other women. She had other men." Fitz answered.
Olivia turned from Fitz and walked to the balcony, glaring at the sky. Her thoughts were sending her in a panic and she needed to center herself. She was grateful Fitz didn't run to her, giving her space. She was torn. Her emotions were all over the place. Should she go with her gut or common sense? Fitz had a lengthy past with women. Could she handle the women who wanted him or the ones from his past…especially Victoria? He wasn't perfect, neither was she. She turned to look for him and he stood in the same spot. "Exclusive, right?" Olivia asked over her shoulder.
"Yes." He answered. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Olivia closed her eyes and wondered again if she was making the right choice. Her mind and heart argued incessantly, and she still wasn't sure which one was the clear winner. Maybe there wasn't one. Hesitantly, she lifted her gaze, holding her breath as she looked at Fitz. She walked toward him and took his hands in hers. "Are you willing to give up your previous lifestyle for me?"
"Yes." He cuts her off, kissing her seductively. "I only want you."
Olivia reached behind his head and kissed him back, kissing him with everything inside of her. "Don't disappoint me, Fitz."
Their kiss turned desperate. Fitz scooped her in his arms walking her inside. To his bedroom.
"Take off your clothes." He growled, leaning against the dresser.
Olivia hesitated.
"Take off your clothes." He repeated, in a demanding tone.
She lifted her dress above her head, revealing the black lacy thong and bra.
"Beautiful." He groans, strolling to her, licking in between her breasts. He lifts her hand and gently kisses the back of it, bringing it to his crotch. His dick is rock hard and Olivia whimpers. "This is what you do to me." He moans against her ear. Her core responds with a throb, aching to be touched. A soft please escapes her lips as she fumbles with lifting his shirt over his head. She places soft kisses up and down his chest, circling her tongue around each nipple. He lets out a guttural moan. He quickly turns her and releases her bra with a quick snap. Her breasts bounce from the freedom. A sight to behold as his mouth waters. He wastes no time bringing his lips to each nipple sucking on the hardened bud. Her knees buckle and he catches her with one hand, hooks his other hand in her thong bringing it down. Their eyes lock and he kisses her deep, moving her to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she falls on the bed, parting her legs like the red sea.
Fitz licks his lips, hovering over her, teasing her flesh with soft kisses. Each kiss ignites the fire that slowly burns within her. She whimpers with anticipation as he kneels in front of her. His thick tongue swipes across her clit and Olivia bucks from the mattress. "Fuck." She cries out. Her body is on the verge of exploding and she knows her orgasm is peaking. It won't take her long before she comes. He's like a man starved, licking and sucking, thrashing his tongue in and out of her core. Olivia shudders and her back arches off the mattress. "Shhhhhiiittttt! Please don't stop." She cries out, reaching down, gripping his hair as her orgasm violently ripping through her. He looks up, his face glistens with the evidence of her orgasm. She falls back on the mattress, unable to move. She'd never had an orgasm so strong. Fitz kisses her clit and she jumps. "Too sensitive."
Fitz chuckles and slides two fingers deep inside, moving them in and out, slowly. Her body starts to respond and she moves her hips to his strokes. Olivia leans up and watches him. His eyes are fixated on his fingers moving in and out of her wet center. The sound of wet flesh crackles in the air, sending her over the edge…again.
He gives her three more orgasms with his fingers and a few swipes of his tongue. Olivia is depleted when he finally rises from his knees. He licks his fingers, hovering over her, kissing her deep and rough. Allowing Olivia to taste herself. He steps back and lifts Olivia until she is sitting up straight. Her eyes are glazed over with lust. He chuckles and places her hand on his chest, sliding it down his chest, stopping at his belt buckle. "Everything you touch belongs to you."
Olivia blinks rapidly. She snaps his button free and unzips his pants, watching as they pool at his feet. He kicks the garment out of his way, keeping his eyes locked on Olivia. She breaks the intense gaze and looks down. His dick sits over the waistband of his boxer briefs. The tip peeking out, oozing with precum. Olivia swallows the lump in her throat. He's big. Bigger than anyone she's had. "Touch me." Fitz moves her hand to his hard length, stroking her hand up and down. He removes his hand allowing her to take control. "Just like that, sweetheart." His moan was soft against her ear. He pulled back after a few strokes. "I need to get a condom." He walks to the dresser ripping open the brown paper bag. Olivia walks behind him and wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back. Realizing he was telling the truth about not bringing women to his home. He didn't have condoms lying in a drawer. She stepped from the embrace and took the condom from him.
"I can't promise I'll be gentle. I've been wanting this for a long time." He stated.
"Don't you want to savor our time?" Olivia asks, pecking his lips.
"This won't be the last time I'll have you, Olivia."
Olivia struggles opening the condom wrapper. Her hands shake as she looks down at his erection. The condom wrapper finally tears open.
"Take it out." He demands, his breath quickening.
"The condom?" Olivia asks pulling it from the wrapper.
"No, sweetheart." He licks his lips and strokes his dick. "Take out what belongs to you."
Olivia holds the condom in one hand and pushes his boxer briefs down. He steps out of them, releasing a breath when he's fully exposed resting hot and heavy in her grip.
"Damn, Olivia." He brushes his lips at her temple. "Squeeze it. Tease me."
She squeezes him and rubs her thumb over the tip, smearing the precum that's leaking out. "You're big." Olivia pants.
He brushes his lips across hers. "It's going to feel good."
Olivia nods and slides the condom down his length. He leads her back to the bed and she scoots on the mattress. He slides her hips to the edge of the bed, resting her legs on his shoulders. He bends his legs and pushes just a fraction of an inch into her and then pulls out. He repeats the motion a few times. Olivia pants and fists the blanket. Fitz pushes in again, this time going a little further. Olivia circles her hips and he slips in further. "Fuck." He groans, circling his thumb on her clit. He inches in and out, until he's halfway inside her. He takes a deep breath and pushes all the way past her tightness. Olivia arches from the mattress with a strangled moan. He doesn't move allowing her walls to adjust to him. "I need." Olivia hisses.
"What do you need?" He murmurs.
"I need you to move. Fitz, please."
He pulls out and slams back into her with deep, long thrusts. He's deep, so deep, Olivia bites the inside of her mouth. He drives into her, hitting every spot, making her body purr and come undone. "I'm going to come." Olivia cries out.
"Look at me when you come." Fitz growls, working his hips in a rapid rhythm.
"I can't." Olivia whimpers.
"Look at me." He demands.
Her body starts to shake, violently. Her pussy grips and squeezes his dick from every angle. He stops his movements wanting to feel every flex of her pussy around him. Fitz pushes in deeper, devouring her lips, her breasts. She's frantic for another orgasm. Kissing him hard, rotating her hips to his rhythm. His breathing is ragged. Olivia pants and grips his hair, begging for another orgasm. "I'll give it to you when I'm ready." Fitz groans against her ear. He drives into her deeper, hitting his mark. She bucks off the bed into his arms, "feels so good." He swivels his hips one last time. His balls tighten. "Fuck…Fuck…Fuck." He groans out, unloading inside the condom. His body shudders. His balls ache from the intense force of his orgasm. He rests his head in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. Another jet of semen forces its way inside the condom. Olivia relaxes against him. Both of their bodies dripping with sweat. He doesn't want to pull out and lose the connection with her but he knows he needs to discard the condom. He slowly pulls out and her body shudders from the disconnect. He tosses the condom in the garbage and turns on the water in the tub. He walks back inside the room. Olivia is lying on the pillow. Her eyes are closed. She's relishing in the best sex of her life.
"Sweetheart." He whispers.
"Hmm." Olivia whimpers, slowly opening her eyes.
"I'm running a bath for you."
"Ok." She answers, her voice dry.
He turns and walks inside the bathroom, switching off the water. He tests the water with his fingers. He scoops Olivia from the bed and gently places her in the water. She rests her head against the back of the tub. Fitz doesn't get in. He takes the wash cloth, soaping it up and gently running it across her skin. This is a first for him. Taking care of a woman after sex.
"Ahhhh." Olivia moans as the warm water drips over her body. Once he's done washing every inch of Olivia, he takes the towel and dries her with it. They walk into the bedroom. Olivia turns in his arms, "That was…amazing. Please tell me we're going to do it again."
"As many times as you want." He pulls back the covers and they slide in. Naked. Olivia nuzzles her head against his chest. He kisses her forehead. "Get some rest."