Chapter 14

"Mango?" Olivia asks, twirling a long curl around her finger. His scent tickles her nose, igniting her core. It's a mixture of body wash and shampoo. She knows it well, having been at his home every night. It reminds her, when he steps out of the shower after they've spent hours exploring each other. The thought sends shivers through her body.

"No. I hate mangoes." Fitz grimaces. "Their mushy."

"It's not what you like, Fitz. It's about the consumers." Olivia pushes the picture of the mango vodka label to the side. "Strawberry?" Her brown eyes connect with his cerulean blue orbs. His gaze is full of hunger and desire. Olivia quickly looks away, remembering she has a deadline. His lips fall to her neck, grazing the soft flesh. She presses her palms firmly against the wooden table, attempting to center herself. She's about to fall into his lust filled abyss. A moan escapes her lips before she can swallow it back down. His closeness is making her core respond differently than her brain. It's mush. Her body hums with desire, burning for his touch. A light whisper escapes her, "Fitz."

"How much longer?" He asks. His tone demanding, sharp. His eyes are dark gray, filled with lust. He can't look away or stop himself. He wants her sprawled across his desk. Filling her until she screams his name over and over. Lifting her nimble fingers from the table, she rests them on his chest and gaze up at him with soft, pleading eyes, "we're almost done." He nods, swallowing hard, trying not to act like a horny teenager. He moves close to her, engulfing her scent. It's a mix of lavender and vanilla. He knows it well. His pillow smells like her. He steps behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist. She exhales and sinks against him. Work be damned. She feels his erection against her backside. Hard as steel. She knows how her body comes alive when he's deep inside her and she desperately wants to end their work day. Focus, Olivia. She whispers to herself. Their interactions can't always be about sex. She pushes from him with a deep breath, "we're in your office."

"And? The blinds are drawn. My door is locked." He pushes his leather chair to the side, giving him more space to be able to hike her up on his desk. A vision he's had for quite some time.

"Fitz." Olivia takes two steps away from him, shuffling the pictures of the vodka flavors on his desk.

He moves behind her, pressing her against him. He reaches around her lifting one of the pictures, placing it in a separate pile, "yes, to the strawberry flavor." He gently places a soft kiss to the side of her neck. His other hand, snakes up her dress, hooking into the band of her thong. "I've been hard from the moment you walked into my office." He slides her thong down her legs. Olivia doesn't resist. She steps out of the fabric, kicking it to the side. It's pointless trying to deny what they both want. Each other. He turns her and lifts her on the desk, covering her mouth with his. The kiss isn't gentle. It's rough and filled with need. Olivia moans into his mouth, yanking his shirt from his pants. Her fingers trail up and down his hard chest. Sucking in her bottom lip, she drags her finger across his crotch and he sucks in a sharp breath. He breaks the kiss with a devilish grin. "Tell me what's your favorite way to cum?"

"W-what?" Olivia stutters.

He strokes his chin then places a hand on each side of her. He brushes his lips against hers, "My tongue…my fingers…or my dick?" Her core clenches and she can feel her arousal pooling down her folds.

"All of them." She answers, softly nibbling on his bottom lip.

"Mmmm…your greedy." He pushes her dress up her legs, allowing the fabric to bunch at her waist. He grips her waist, bringing her to the edge of the desk, pressing her legs apart with his hands, "fuck, your pussy is beautiful." Olivia rests her palms on the desk, parting her legs further, preparing for the onslaught of his tongue. Fitz is a master at oral sex. For the first time in her life, she enjoys a man pleasuring her in this way. She craves it. Watching a powerful man such as Fitz, drop to his knees and feast on her is intoxicating. Olivia swallows hard when he kneels before her. She scoots further to the edge of the desk, wanting him to have full access to her most precious gift. A shiver creeps up her spine as she watches him lick his lips. He attempts to shake off his suit jacket but she stops him with a quick yank to his curls, "keep it on." He smiles, lifting the jacket over his shoulders, "I would hate to be the cause of you missing your deadline. We're going to multitask."

"Multitask?" Olivia questions.

"I'm going to feast on this beautiful pussy, while you give me the vodka flavors. If you stop…I stop."

Olivia shakes her head. "Impossible."

He smirks and stands. "I guess we don't have a deal."

"Fitz." Olivia whimpers. She's too wound up and needs release to not give in to his request. "I'll do my best."

He pecks her lips and resumes his position, kissing each thigh before burying his face between her legs. His tongue pushes deep inside her core, swiping up and down as his teeth graze the hardened bud of her clit. "Fuuucccck!" Olivia cries out, shaking, trembling, bucking from the desk. He holds her hips in place, licking the juices as the flow freely onto his tongue. Her breathing is erratic as her orgasm shoots from her core to her toes. She wants to scream, cry, yank him up from the floor and tell him to fuck her real good. He would. "L-L-L-Lemon, she stutters out. Her body burning with desire.

He looks up, swiping his tongue up and down her folds. His lips glisten from her juices.

"Yes." He groans, lightly kissing her entrance.

"Pineapple?" Olivia quickly asks before he starts sucking again. He's nowhere near finished.

"Yes, sweetheart." He eases two fingers through her delicate entrance. Her clit is swollen and sensitive to the touch, she flinches and gasps every time he grazes it. He watches her core suck in his fingers, greedily. Her hips slowly circle, finding the rhythm she craves. His erection throbs painfully, he rubs it, hoping for relief.

"Please, Fitz. I want to come again." She begs.

"Flavor?" He growls, deep and guttural.

"Redberry, coconut, peach. Fuck, that's all of them." Olivia cries with a needy hum.

His middle finger plunges deep inside her as his mouth covers her entrance. His tongue drags across her swollen clit, making fast, hard circles that have Olivia shaking and gasping. Cries of pleasure escape her lips, her thighs tighten around his face, her body contorts in pleasure. He waits until she fully comes down from her orgasm before removing his fingers. They're soaked. He stands sucking each one through his lips. She's barely holding herself up with her elbows on his desk when he kisses her. He yanks his desk drawer open, tossing a box of condoms on his desk. Kissing her hard, he releases his belt buckle. His pants drop with a thud, pooling around his ankles. The tip of his dick peeks out from the band of his boxers, dripping with precum. It's a sight to behold. She wants to relish in how perfect his dick looks, feels in her hand. Circling the precum that has formed, Fitz drops his head back enjoying the warmth of her hand, gliding up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, baby." Fitz tears the foil wrapper with his teeth, handing the condom to Olivia. "I need to be inside you." She cups his cheeks, kissing him…hard. His heart pounds in his chest. He's in another world. Olivia does this to him. He wouldn't want it any other way.

His cell phone vibrates on his desk. He groans, ignoring it.

Olivia pulls his boxers down and his dick springs forward. Her mouth waters. She wants to taste him.

His phone dances across his desk. She huffs.

He turns over the phone and glances at the screen. Chase appears across it.

"Sir, Chase has been calling for the last twenty minutes. He said it's important." Rebekah chimes through the intercom in his office. His phone vibrates again and Olivia hands it to him. "Fuck!" He curses, sliding his finger across the screen. "This better be a fucking emergency, Chase. And when I say emergency, I mean you're in the hospital with tubes coming out your ass and you're on your death bed."

"Tash wants to know if you picked up your tux for the wedding. The tailor called and said it's still at the shop. The wedding is this weekend." Chase states in a rushed tone.

Fitz ends the call with a curse word, bringing his attention back to Olivia. "If I don't fuck you, I'm going to explode."

Olivia smiles.

His phone vibrates again.

"Talk to him." Olivia sighs, easing off the desk. She picks up her underwear and balls them up in her hand.

Fitz answers the call, shouting, "Chase, I'm fucking busy."

"Climb out of the fucking pussy, Fitzgerald." Chase grunts over the phone. "Get your tux, Fuck! Are you listening to me? Natasha is a raging bridezilla. I am losing my shit over here."

Fitz groans, pulling up his pants, tossing the box of condoms back in the drawer. "I'm in the middle of a business meeting. I'll get the fucking tux."

"When?" Natasha said if you don't get the tux by tomorrow she's throwing your ass out the wedding."

"When I get it…Fuck!"

"Can I ask you a question?" Chase asks.

Fitz grunts. "What?"

"Are you fucking in your office?"

Fitz is silent.

"I knew it!" Chase chuckles.

"Thank you for ruining my erection and the best office sex I was about to have." Fitz bellows. His eyes fall on Olivia as she sits on the couch, clearly unfazed by his conversation. She's back in work mode. He shakes his head, "anything else?"

"Dude, I'm sorry." Chase states calmly.

Fitz turns his back to Olivia, whispering. "You owe me. Tell Tash I'm bringing a guest to the wedding."

"A date or some fling you plan on fucking the whole weekend?"

"I want to bring Olivia…I just have to ask her?"

"Damn, you must really like her to risk bringing her around our crazy asses."

He glances at Olivia, smiling. "She's pretty damn special."

"Ok, let me hang up before you get all mushy and shit. One other thing…call Drew, he has a slew of strippers lined up for the bachelor party."

Fitz laughs. "I told you not to make him your best man." Fitz clicks the phone off. He strolls toward Olivia, "my apologies. No more distractions."

"You're a distraction." Olivia sets the pictures of the vodka labels on the table. "I should go."

"I'm a good distraction." He sits next to her, bringing her legs across his lap, removing her black heels. His thumb circles the bottom of her heel, pressing lightly, as his fingers gently glide up and down her foot. Her head rests on the pillow, "your hands feel amazing. Is there anything you're not good at?"

Fitz chuckles. "Very few. You know what else feels amazing?"

"Tell me." Olivia murmurs.

"When I'm inside you."

Olivia blushes.

His eyes seek hers, "come to London with me."

She flickers her eyes open, sitting up on the couch. "London?"

"Chase is getting married this weekend. I would love for you to be by my side."

Olivia slips her foot inside her heel. "I thought you wanted our relationship to remain private."

He kisses her cheek. "Chase and Drew are my family. They know about you."

"They do?" Olivia's eyes dance with delight.

"Say yes, Olivia. I know you want to."

Olivia nods with a smile, "yes."

X

Olivia spins in front of the mirror, glancing at the long rose gold dress. Her fingers dance across the fabric and she smiles. "This is it." Her aunt beams with a nod to her assistant. "Take it in a little, Ricardo. I want the dress to accentuate her curves." He shakes his head in agreeance, pulling slightly on the dress, making it fit snug around her body with clips. The asymmetrical dress had a slanted shoulder and high split. Olivia glances at her aunt through the mirror, "what do you think, auntie?"

Monica smiles, "I think when he sees you in this dress, he's going to fall madly in love with you."

Olivia chuckles. "It's just a dress."

"Yes, it is, Olivia, but a dress does wonders. Men are visual creatures." Monica sits back on the pink plush ottoman, crossing her legs, alerting her assistant to refill their champagne glasses. Monica smiles and watch Olivia through the mirror. So many moments were missed with Olivia. Maya was relentless in keeping her away due to their strained relationship. Despite her constant asking, Olivia is still mum about the man she's dating. She takes a sip from her wine glass, "when are you going to tell me his name?"

Olivia lifts the dress over her head and hands it to Ricardo. "We've decided to see each other in private."

Monica hands a pair of gold shoes to her assistant. "Put these with the dress." She turns to Olivia, "Is there a reason for the privacy?"

Olivia shrugs. "He doesn't want to deal with the paparazzi."

Monica stands next to Olivia and places a pair of matching earrings next to her ear. "I'm assuming he's not your average joe. He has money."

"Yes." Olivia answers wearily.

Monica swallows hard. "Is he married?"

Olivia snaps her neck toward her aunt, "No, I would never…"

Monica waves her hand in front of Olivia, silencing her. "Listen, it's easy to get caught up in the glitz and glamour when you're dating a powerful man. You're worth more than secret dinners and quick rendezvous'."

Olivia sighs. "I know, but he's different."

"He's a man." Monica hugs Olivia. "Use the wedding as a test. He'll be around his friends. They know him best. See how he treats you around them. Will his affection for you change or stay the same?"

"And if it's different?"

"Call him out on his bullshit. You're not a damsel in distress. Stand up to him." Monica pulls back from the hug and smiles, "I'll send Turner with you."

"No." Olivia shakes her head. "He's like a puppy, following me around."

"More like a pitbull." Monica chuckles. "He's a former marine."

Olivia drapes her purse over her shoulder, following her aunt through the boutique. "Can we keep this between us? I'd rather wait a little before telling uncle Gregory. He'll probably scare him off."

Monica hands Olivia the bag with her shoes and jewelry. "Your uncle is a very good judge of character."

"Please." Olivia begs.

"I'll keep Turner in the States only if you promise to call me and let me know you're ok. I'm trusting you, Olivia. If Gregory gets whim of my decision, he's not going to be happy."

Olivia throws her arms around Monica. "I will. Thank you, auntie."

Monica smiles at her niece and for the first time she sees it, the tiny dimple she shares with her father.

X

"Why are we in a lingerie store on our lunch break?" Josh asks, tapping his finger on the small round table, filled with colorful underwear. "You promised me food."

"I need something sexy for London." Olivia states, lifting a hanger from the rack, swiping her fingers over the black silk night gown.

"London?" Josh strolls to her. "Are you going with Grant?"

"Keep your voice down…yes. His best friend is getting married."

"This is a turning point in your relationship. Shit…Liv, you're no longer just the girl he's banging."

Olivia points her finger at her friend. "Correction, I was never just the girl he was banging. I've always told him I wanted more than just sex from him."

"What about this?" Olivia flashes a hot pink lacy teddy with a matching thong.

"Not sexy enough."

She holds up a long red silk gown. "This is cute."

Josh laughs. "For who? Your mother?"

Olivia places the hanger back on the rack. "I wanted to do this with Abby but she's not answering my calls. Have you talked to her?"

"Yeah." Josh answers wearily.

"What's going on with her?"

"When she's ready to talk, she'll tell you."

Olivia shrugs. "I guess." Olivia turns to the table and fiddles with the underwear. "Pick something out for me, Josh. What would you want your woman to wear?"

"Your heading down dangerous territory, Liv." Josh grunts.

Olivia picks up a blue thong and drops it in the shopping basket hanging on her arm. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're a very attractive woman. Don't give me the chance to fantasize about you."

Olivia swats Josh on the arm. "Stop it and help me."

Josh pulls a blue lacy teddy from the shelf and examines it. "Hypothetically speaking, I'd want her naked, wearing only a pair of six-inch heels."

Olivia rolls her eyes.

"You asked." Josh chuckles. He disappears toward the back of the store and returns with a sheer white lace teddy, with open underwire cups for her breasts and a full open crotch. "Here, this will work."

"It's barely any fabric."

"That's the point, Pope."

Olivia snatches it and walks to the register before anyone can see her buying the skimpy item.

Josh waits for her at the entrance of the store. Olivia smiles, swinging the bag as she walks. Josh grins, "I don't think Grant would approve another man picking out lingerie for his woman."

"We're friends."

"Just friends." Josh responds with a chuckle. "You're not my type, Pope."

Olivia laughs. "Why is that, Josh? Is it because I'm Black?"

"Hardly, I date all type of women and men."

Olivia pauses her steps. "You're Bi?"

"Is that a problem?" Josh arches his eyebrow.

"No. I just thought you were only into women."

"I don't like boxing myself in when it comes to sex. Sometimes, I like the soft touch of a woman. Other times, I need a strong, hard body next to me. Plus, I'm into that kinky shit. You're too pure for me."

"Whatever! I'm not a virgin." Olivia groans.

"Didn't say you were, but have you ever been blindfolded, tied up, or had a threesome?"

"No to all of them."

"Like I said, not my type."

"I'm learning more and more about you." Olivia pushes on the glass doors, entering Grant Industries.

Josh chuckles. "Only the parts I want you to know."

"Brian isn't back from his meeting. I just texted Mona. Let's have lunch upstairs."

"In the Grant Lounge?"

"Yes. The blackened shrimp pasta is to die for."

Josh hesitates.

"Come onnnnnnn." Olivia pulls on his arm.

Olivia walks inside the lounge. The deep blue carpet and modern dark furniture is a clear representation of Fitz. The bar is the center focal of the restaurant. A large glass countertop circles the bar with white leather bar stools. The Grant vodka is on full display behind the bartender. Only the finest liquors are served. The hostess notices Olivia right away and walks to her. "How many?"

"Two."

"Right this way." She points, walking Olivia and Josh to a table by the window.

Josh pulls out her chair. "Your boyfriend is here."

"Fitz?"

Josh smirks. "Yes. Don't look now but he's spotted us and he's brooding."

Olivia chuckles and opens her menu. She turns her head, eyeing Fitz at a table in the corner with Mellie and two gentlemen. Her heart beats rapidly. He looks divine in a black suit. He emits power and dominance. He swirls his glass filled with scotch and curves his lips upward, offering a slight smile. It goes unnoticed by his guests but Olivia knows it's for her. Olivia sucks in her bottom lip, sighing, wondering if he'll ignore her.

"This is going to be an interesting lunch." Josh flips open his menu and hums softly.

The waitress appears and takes their order.

"What's Fitz doing?" Olivia takes a sip of water.

"Talking."

"Is he looking over here?"

Josh snickers. "Not really. He's preoccupied with his meeting."

"Help me get his attention." Olivia sits up in her chair, smiling at Josh.

"The launch party was a one-time thing, Pope."

"Pleeeaasseee, I'm treating you to lunch." Olivia whines.

The waitress returns with their food, placing the dishes in front of them.

Josh lays his napkin across his lap. "If he kills me, it's your fault."

Olivia giggles.

Josh twirls his fork inside his pasta. He lifts it from the dish and eyes Olivia. "Take a bite from my fork. Make it look like this is the best pasta you've ever tasted."

"Ok." Olivia agrees. The butterflies in her stomach dance with angst. She opens her mouth and sucks in the pasta, creating a soft moan.

Her phone immediately buzzes on the table. She taps the corner of her mouth with her napkin and turns it over.

Fitz: What are you doing?

Olivia: Eating.

Fitz: I don't like seeing you with him.

Olivia: He's a friend.

Fitz: Get rid of him.

Olivia turns her phone face down, ignoring his message.

"Was that him?" Josh asks.

"Yes."

"I'm a dead man. He's getting up." Josh sighs.

"You're fine. I want to see if he's going to acknowledge me in public." Olivia quickly types on her phone.

Olivia: Why don't you come to my table and say hi.

Fitz stands, buttons his jacket, signaling the meeting is over. Mellie leans over and whispers, "you can at least act like you're interested in the conversation." He shakes their hands, glancing at Olivia. She tosses her head back in laughter. His blood is boiling. He knew what she was doing and it's pissing him off. "Mellie please show our guests out. I need to take care of something."

"Fitzgerald." Mellie snickers. Her eyes land on Olivia and she smiles. "Gentlemen, right this way."

Fitz guzzles the rest of his scotch and strolls to Olivia's table. He takes in a deep breath, inhaling her floral scent. "Hi."

"Hi." Her smile is broad. Their eyes lock and neither wants to look away. Josh clears his throat and Fitz looks away first, glancing at Josh. His stare is cold.

"Liv, I'll see you back in the office. Thanks for lunch." Josh stands asking the waitress to put the remainder of his food in a box.

"My meeting is done. Can I speak to you in private?"

Olivia stands and picks up her shopping bag from the lingerie store.

"La Perla?" Fitz inquires, arching his eyebrow.

"I…um…I picked up a few things for London."

"With him?" Fitz questions, his tone sharp.

"Fitz." Olivia states, walking toward the exit. "Josh is a friend."

He falls in step with her. They reach the elevator, Fitz pushes the button forcefully. The elevator doors open and close. He groans, bringing her flush against his body, cupping her cheeks, kissing her hard. The elevator zips up and Fitz jerks from the kiss, jamming the key inside the elevator, stopping it. Olivia jolts forward, he catches her, "you're mine." His mouth covers hers again. He's making it clear she's his. Her back hits the elevator wall and she can't help but moan into the kiss. Her fingers tug on the small curls at the nape of his neck and she breaks the kiss, "are you jealous?"

"Yes." He groans, dragging his hand up her skirt. He drops his head back relishing in the fact that she's still bare. Her panties are still tucked away in his pocket from their morning session. Everything about Olivia drives him crazy. She's sweet and stubborn. Pushes him in ways he didn't know existed. Her moans ignite every cell in his body, making him crave her even more. His arousal takes over and the next thing he knows, he's pushing her skirt up and fiddling in his pants pocket for a condom. He quickly sheaths himself with the condom, sliding his way in. Olivia lets out a cry of pleasure, hugging him tight, allowing him to completely fill her. He thrusts in and out of her tight core. Her moans become louder in his ear, "faster, harder."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He growls, dipping his hips, meeting her demands.

Her pussy clenches, sending him over the edge. His release is forceful, violent and he wonders if the condom is still intact. He stills inside her, feeling her walls contract around him. He can't explain the feeling he has when he's deep inside Olivia. Sex with Olivia is mind blowing. Riveting. Explosive. A deep, throaty moan escapes his lips. His breathing is erratic and he doesn't want to pull out. He kisses the side of her neck, "you feel so good, Livvie."

Her breathing is ragged when he pulls out. She whimpers at the instant disconnect. Fitz is quick to remove the condom and place it inside his handkerchief. He brushes his lips with hers, "you were made for me."

She leans into him, resting her head on his chest, listening to his rapid beat. She looks up at him, "I have to get back to work."

"I know. I just need…one minute." He holds her tight as if she's going to disappear. He takes the key out of the elevator and it moves. Olivia steps out of his embrace once the doors open. She glances back at him as she takes the few steps to exit. "Your place or mine, tonight?" She asks, looking around making sure no one is in earshot of her question. "I would love to have you in my bed, but if you prefer your place, I'll go."

"Your place. Tell the chef I want crepes for dessert."

He takes a few steps toward her. "I could just take you to France for the night."

Olivia smiles and leans in, giving him one last kiss. "You are spoiling me." She scurries inside the office, dropping her phone and purse on the desk. Her phone dings, she grabs it, assuming it's Fitz. She plops down on the chair, reading the message over and over.

Hey Liv, I'm performing in New York in a couple of weeks. I would love to see you at my concert. Please come. Gracie will be there. I'll make sure you get the VIP treatment. Miss you.

Edison