Chapter 13
Olivia rushed through the doors of Grant Industries, quickly waving to Morris. Shit she cursed under her breath, stopping at the elevator, hitting the button incessantly. She was exhausted and lacked sleep. Sleeping without Fitz was pointless. She tried everything to will her eyes to close and her body to relax. Chamomile tea, lavender oil, reading, tv…nothing worked. She needed his strong arms wrapped around her. The scent of his shampoo mixed with his body wash turned her on but it also gave her a warm and calming feeling. His desire and need for her was overwhelming but in a good way. He's excellent in bed. Each touch, stroke felt amazing. He knew his way around a woman's body. The elevator doors opened and she hurried inside not looking up, until she ran into a hard body. A familiar body. Her eyes locked with his and she melted into his warm embrace. Lost in his soft strokes on her back, Olivia forgot she was on an elevator at work.
"Take the next one." Fitz growled at the woman, stepping on the elevator. He inserted a gold key inside the elevator, stopping it from moving. In unison, their breathing hitched.
"I'm not sure what's happening to me, but…" Fitz stated, softly running his hand down her cheeks.
Olivia interrupted him with a deep kiss. "I couldn't sleep. I tried." She said, brushing her lips against his. "I need to be next to you."
He slid his tongue across her lips before kissing her. "I missed you." He nuzzled his lips to the crook of her neck, softly sucking at her flesh.
"It hasn't even been twenty-four hours and we're acting like a bunch of horny teenagers." She chuckled against his ear.
"My bed didn't feel the same after you left. I slept on the couch." He pressed his lips to hers, waiting for her to give him entrance. She did. He devoured her lips, walking her until her back hit the wall of the elevator. "I need to taste you." His fingers trailed up her gray skirt, brushing across her clit. "I bet your soaking right now."
"Fitz." Olivia whispered.
"I like how my name sounds on your lips."
"Fitz." She repeated against his ear. It reddened. From the softness of her voice.
He dropped to his knees in one swift motion. Pushing her underwear to the side, lifting her leg over his shoulder. The moment his tongue swiped against her clit, her head slowly hit the back of the elevator wall. He was a master at giving orgasms with his tongue. Her hands rested on his shoulders. Her eyes were fixated on where his mouth met her core. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. The sounds he made with his mouth while he licked her, sent her body into a frenzy. She gyrated her hips against his mouth, needing more. Her breathing hitched. He inserted two thick fingers, making a scissor effect, deepening his strokes. Olivia whimpered, her body shuttered. She was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. With one swipe of his thick tongue across her hardened bud, the dam broke and she came violently on his tongue. "God, Fitz, your tongue is lethal." Olivia blushed, massaging her fingers through his curls. His stood. His mouth glistening with her essence. A quick brush of his lips across hers and she tastes herself. He pulls out a handkerchief from his lapel, wiping between her legs. "Give me your panties." He groans, kissing her inner thigh. Olivia doesn't resist, stepping out of her red lacy thong. He places them in his pants pocket. "When you sit down today, you'll think of me."
Olivia smiled. He was irresistible. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard. "I have to get to work."
"I plan on giving you an orgasm every morning whether you're in my bed or not." He snatched the key from the elevator and it started moving. "Come home with me, tonight."
"I can't. I'm having dinner with family." Olivia answered. The elevator doors opened.
"After." He murmured, licking his lips. "I'll pick you up."
"I'll call you." She waved, stepping off the elevator.
He nodded. "Goodbye Olivia."
"Bye, Fitz." She chimed, rushing inside the office.
X
Olivia rushed inside the conference room, frantically looking for a chair. Josh rolled the chair next to him from under the table. Olivia whispered, "thank you," before settling in the black leather seat. The moment she sat down, she felt the coolness between her legs. An instant reminder of her moment with Fitz in the elevator. He was right, she was going to think about him all day. The staff meeting was in full swing. Brian clicked a black remote, pointing to the whiteboard. A few minutes into the presentation, Olivia had zoned out, thinking about Fitz. Olivia looked up when her name was called.
"Let's congratulate Olivia on a job well done. The Grant Vodka launch party was a huge success." Brian stated with a smile. "Mr. Grant was so impressed with the event, he's offered us three new contracts."
Josh leaned to Olivia. "I'm assuming your weekend went extremely well with him."
Olivia smiled, ignoring him.
"Olivia will be the lead on all three projects." Brian stated.
"How is she the lead? She just got here." A voice shouted from the back of the room.
Olivia snapped her neck toward the voice. She didn't recognize the person. She rolled her eyes, sighing.
"What products are we advertising?" Josh asked.
"Extending the vodka line to add flavors, beauty products, and Rainbow Records." Brian answered. "This is a great opportunity for the company." Brian continued discussing the progress of the company. Before he finished, he announced, Abby would be out of the office on sick leave.
"Sick leave?" Olivia asked, turning to Josh. "She looked perfectly fine at the party."
Josh shrugged.
"Olivia, a word." Brian stated as Olivia walked to the door with Josh.
"Yes, Brian."
"I wanted to personally thank you." He stated, opening the folder, pointing to the new drafted contracts from Grant Industries. Brian smiled like a Cheshire cat. "Between me and you, you just saved the company. Whatever you're doing with Mr. Grant, keep doing it."
"There's nothing going on between us." She lied, trying to sound believable.
Brian arched his eyebrow and stood, chuckling. "Now, now, Olivia. No need to deny the truth. I'm very observant. The night of the party, he was like a wolf eyeing his prey. And you are his prey." He chuckled, pointing to the contracts. "From the looks of it, he's either gotten his prey or still working very hard to get you."
"Brian, I'm not that type of woman. I'm here because of my uncle and I want to do a good job."
Brian stood, bringing the folder under his arm. "Olivia you're very bright and your resume is stellar. Your work precedes you. However, we've all done things to get ahead. Your secret is safe with me." He squeezed her shoulder and walked out of the conference room.
X
Olivia dipped a fry in the glob of ketchup on Josh's plate. They were at lunch enjoying a meal of buffalo wings, nachos, spinach dip, Caesar salad, sliders and fries.
"I thought you didn't want fries." Josh said, swatting her hand away from his plate.
"I didn't, but they look so good on your plate." Olivia took another french fry from his plate and bit into it. "I called Abby a few times, she didn't answer. Have you talked to her?"
"No."
"Aren't you concerned?" Olivia asked.
"Abby goes into a bubble every time something major happens in her life. This isn't the first time."
"What happened?" Olivia asked.
"You'll have to ask Abby."
Olivia smirked, rolling her eyes.
"Tell me about your weekend with Grant." Josh asked, leaning back against the booth.
Olivia took a sip of water and smiled. "It was wonderful."
"Shit, I wish you could see the smile on your face." Josh chuckled. "You look like a girl who just got her cherry popped."
Olivia tossed a napkin, hitting him in the chest. Josh laughed, heartily. "He had a chef flown in from Spain. We had dinner on the terrace and danced to a violinist. The sun was setting in the background. The entire weekend was perfect. Fitz is perfect."
"Enough of the rom-com shit, how was the sex?" He asked, biting into a chip.
"Fucking phenomenal." Olivia beamed, reminiscing about the many times Fitz ate her out and made her body hum with pleasure. "My body will never be the same."
"Damn, Pope." Josh guzzled the rest of his drink.
"I knowww." Olivia blushed.
"So, what's next?"
Olivia shrugged. "I date him. Have more earth-shattering sex."
"You could be Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant."
Olivia laughed. "I'm sure one of us will fuck it up. I still have shit to work out and so does Fitz."
"No one said you couldn't work it out together."
"Are you a shrink now?" Olivia asked.
Josh laughed. "No, but think about all the jealous bitches once they find out Olivia Pope tamed the Manhattan bachelor."
"Stick to advertising." Olivia smirked.
Josh's phone vibrated on the table and Olivia quickly glanced down and saw the name 'Abs' with two hearts. He snatched the phone from the table and silenced it.
"Was that Abby?" Olivia asked.
"No."
"We should head back to the office. I'm sure Brian is looking for his stellar employee."
"Stop it." Olivia playfully swatted him on the back.
X
A week had passed since she'd agreed to be with Fitz. Bliss wasn't even close to the way she felt about him or their budding relationship. Olivia looked forward to clocking out and sliding into the back of his limo at the end of the day. They rode the hour to his home barely keeping their hands to themselves. Once inside his home, it was a quick sprint to the bedroom where the sexual tension from the day was eased. Dinner was prepared by his chef and they always ate on the terrace. The rest of the evening was filled with Fitz exploring her body, licking every inch. No matter how many times they had sex, Fitz seemed like a man starved. Despite Olivia enjoying her new fond relationship, she had a nagging feeling in her gut. She didn't like being his secret and she didn't like feeling like the woman who was sleeping with the boss to get perks.
Olivia looked at the side of her computer when she heard a slight ding alerting her to a new email. She quickly opened it, knowing it was from Fitz.
Fitzgerald Grant
Requests the company of Olivia Pope
Occasion: Pleasure
Date: Tonight
Time: 5PM
Place: My yacht
Fitz held out his hand, helping Olivia take each step, boarding the yacht. She hadn't uttered a word to him inside the limo. Her body language was cold and he figured she needed space. She offered him a peck on the lips when he entered the limo instead of the long, deep kiss he'd expected. This was one of the reasons he shied away from relationships. Having to deal with the emotional state of a woman. He wasn't good at it. He didn't know how to respond to the changing moods. He kept quiet until he couldn't.
"You're quiet, tonight?" Fitz stated once they were seated at the round table overlooking the back of the boat. He knew Olivia loved watching the sunset when they dined on his terrace. He'd hoped taking her on his yacht for dinner would be a nice surprise. "Did I do something?" Fitz asked as the waiter poured scotch in his glass.
"Brian knows about us." She clipped out.
He sat his glass on the table. "Is that a problem?"
Olivia closed her eyes and sighed. "Fitzgerald, yes."
"It's Fitz, Olivia. I hate when you call me Fitzgerald. It sounds like your detached from me and we're discussing business." He stated, firmly.
She took a deep breath. "The new contracts you gave Brian makes it look like I'm fucking you for the wrong reasons."
He placed his silverware on the side of his plate. "Do you know your worth, Olivia? You handled one hell of an advertising campaign for my vodka line. I'm very particular when it comes to who works with Grant Industries. I noticed three things about you the day of your presentation. Dedication, passion, and charisma. It had nothing to do with what you had between your legs. Yes, I pursued you because I was attracted to you and I fucking couldn't get you out of my head. If you feel the contracts are a problem, I'll gladly give them to another company. Your happiness matters the most to me. Did you confirm with Brian that we were seeing each other?"
"No."
"Then he has a hunch, right. No confirmation."
"Right." Olivia said, trying to process his words from his earlier statement.
"I'll call him and set the record straight…ok. He needs me more than I need him."
Olivia swallowed hard, wondering if he knew more about Brian's company than she did.
"Eat, sweetheart." Fitz pointed his fork towards her.
Olivia cut into her steak. "Is there a deadline on keeping our relationship a secret?"
"I would prefer to enjoy what we have before the world gets notice. Olivia, it will be a shit show for you and me once it's confirmed that I'm seriously dating someone. The paparazzi will hound you for weeks trying to get information. Our lives will no longer be private. If I even attempt to look at another woman they will write a story that I'm cheating." He stood and walked to her kneeling in front of her. "They will dig and dig until they find something that will demean the both of us. They will write a story about you fucking me to get ahead, whether it's true or not. I have a damn good PR team but shit gets hectic with the press. I need time to figure this out." He rose from his knees and walked to the railing, leaning his arms on the hard wood.
Olivia stood next to him, looking up at his strained expression. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm not upset, sweetheart. I…just…I need time, ok."
Olivia nodded, slipping in front of him.
"I want to honor the email I sent you." He played with the hem of her skirt, lifting it.
"Fitz." Olivia whispered. "Right here, what about your staff?"
"They've been instructed to give me privacy. Do you see the small boats in the distance?"
"Yes."
"They work for me and keep an eye on the water in case reporters try to get close to the boat."
"Can they see us?"
"No."
He unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. He pressed his erection against her behind, circling his hips. Olivia whimpered, holding tightly on the rail. "I can't sleep. I can't function. I'm constantly thinking about the next time I'll be inside you."
Olivia slipped out of her jacket, allowing it to fall to the ground next to her. Fitz slides the garments with his foot so they don't fall overboard. He unbuttons her blouse, turning her to face him, nuzzling his face between her breasts, licking and sucking at her flesh. He unclasps her bra, finding her lips, devouring them. He pulls her toward the wall, pressing her back against it. "I can't be gentle." He groans like a man starving, impatiently waiting for his next meal.
"I don't want you to." Olivia replies.
He tears her thong and Olivia frantically tries to unbutton his belt and pants. His pants fall with a clink. His kisses are deep, ravenous. Tongues and teeth, starving for each other. He kisses Olivia with long, powerful strokes and it reminds her, how his tongue feels between her folds. "Taste me, Fitz, please."
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes." She purrs.
He drops to his knees and doesn't hesitate swiping his tongue across her clit. Olivia cries out, gripping his shoulders for support. He doesn't come up for air, moaning into her folds. He gives her exactly what she requested. Olivia groans loudly, whimpering, panting. Her body is on the brink of destruction. "I'm going to come." Olivia whispers with her legs clenching around his ears. He hums louder, sending vibrations to her core. Her knees start to shake and he thrusts two fingers deep inside her core, sucking at her clit. Her body erupts in pleasure. Her breath is hitched and she can barely stand from her intense orgasm. She's in a euphoric state and doesn't want to come out of it. Her eyes blink rapidly as she smiles down at Fitz. He kisses her stomach, then her breasts. "I need to fuck you now." Olivia nods, yes, unable to speak a coherent word. He quickly bends down, searching for the condom in his pocket. Once his shaft is sheathed with the condom, he slides in deep. "Fuck." He groans in her ear, pulling out, then plunging in again. He picks up his pace, grunting with each thrust. He's hitting a spot Olivia's never felt before and it sends her over the edge, shaking against the wall. Olivia is lost in absolute bliss. He devours her lips before releasing inside the condom. "Mine." He whispers against her ear.
"Yours." Olivia pants. She memorizes the moment. The look of pleasure on his face. She gave it to him. She's left speechless, staring at him without a rational thought in her head. So many emotions hit her at once. She leans up and kiss him. He grips her tighter. They are still connected. He's deeply planted inside her. She closes her eyes and say a silent prayer. Please God, let this work out. I don't want anyone else.
Dear Readers,
Sorry for the delay. I really wanted them to wait but Fitz didn't. LOL. Every time I tried to write a different version of the chapter, I got writer's block. Once I gave him what he wanted the words seemed to flow better. I hope you're enjoying the story. I'm enjoying writing it. Please leave a review. I love reading them. Thank you for reading.