Protégé Chapter 4

A/N: Rated M for language and sexual situations. If an employee/boss relationship triggers you, please don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own SVU or Grey's Anatomy, which served as some inspiration for a moment in this chapter, although I'm not a fan of that coupling.

Friday, Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment

Four days later and he was in her apartment. Twice a month the squad got together at one of their apartments, for drinks, food, and whatever else they wanted. Sometimes they played poker, or board games, once in a while they would watch a movie.

This time the party was at her apartment, it was the regular crew, Nick, Fin, Rollins, Carisi, and Munch. Melinda and Casey has managed to make it as well. The entire squad was there so she couldn't very well not invite him, especially since they had spoken about it a lot in the squad room that week.

Still after what happened in the weight room that Monday, she wasn't prepared to have him in her apartment that Friday, in her personal space.

According to Nick, he was getting along with everyone else fairly well. Nick thought, although he was at least a decade younger than anyone else, that he fit in with them so far.

Other than greeting Elliot when he arrived, she had tried to steer clear of him. They were playing poker tonight but she had managed to stay busy so far, serving drinks and food. That changed however when she ran into him outside of her spare bathroom.

They hadn't been alone since Monday night and she wasn't quite sure how to clear the air with her employee but things had been awkward and tense between them, she couldn't work with them in this kind of standstill.

"Um hey," Olivia greeted, seeing him leaning against the wall.

Elliot nodded at her, "You finally going to join the game?"

"Yeah, you waiting for the bathroom?" Olivia replied.

"Yep, Munch is taking forever though, and those waters and beers are really hitting me."

Olivia bit her bottom lip, "You can use mine if you want…"

"Really?" Elliot said, pushing himself off the wall.

"Follow me," Olivia sighed, waving her hand in the direction of her bedroom.

Olivia opened her door, and pointed towards the bathroom door on the far side of her room. Elliot smiled and walked by her. Olivia waited until he closed the bathroom door before walking back out to check on the rest of her detectives, making sure everyone was fine she went back into her bedroom, she didn't want to leave Elliot alone in her personal space. She didn't want Elliot in her bedroom for any length of time.

Elliot exited the bathroom to see Olivia standing beside her partially closed bedroom door, leaning against her wall. "You good?" Olivia asked.

Elliot nodded as he slowly walked towards her, "Big tub you got in there."

She didn't know where he got his courage from but he was looking at her like she was his dinner.

"If I didn't say so earlier, you look beautiful tonight," Elliot rasped reaching up to tuck a strand of dark mahogany hair behind her ear.

Olivia slapped his hand away, "You promised you wouldn't flirt with me anymore if I felt nothing," Olivia glared at him.

Elliot smirked, "You telling me you didn't feel anything?" he said as he pressed one hand against the wall, the other clicking the door shut.

Olivia narrowed her eyes at his question and her bedroom door closing, "Oh no I felt things, I felt confusion and anger and-"

"Well," Elliot interrupted, "Then I guess I don't need to stop flirting with you."

Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, "But you promised-"

"I said if you felt nothing, not something good, nothing, so the fact you felt anything…" Elliot trailed off.

"Yo-You tricked me?" Olivia gasped.

Elliot shrugged, moving until both his hands were on the wall on either side of her head. "I think you felt other things too, you're an amazing kisser."

Olivia shook her head, "Th-that's just how I kiss, it meant nothing."

"No way, I know you felt it Olivia. Nobody kisses like that."

"Like what?" Olivia inquired.

"Most people just kiss with their mouths, but you, you kissed me with your whole body, mind, and soul," Elliot whispered, leaning in towards her mouth.

Olivia turned her head, his lips grazing her cheek then down to her jawbone. "We absolutely cannot do this Stabler, my whole squad is just behind this door," and it was true, they could both hear them all talking and drinking in her living area.

Elliot smoothed his lips down her tanned throat, "Tell me you felt it too."

Olivia groaned, she knew she wasn't getting out of this room until she admitted it and they had already been in there too long.

"Fine yes, you're a good kisser too," she grimaced.

Elliot smiled his mouth had found a home in the crook of her neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling her magnificent scent. It wasn't exactly what he wanted her to say but he knew he couldn't keep her in there forever either without it looking suspicious.

Elliot placed a kiss against her skin before pulling back. He opened the door and loudly proclaimed, "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom Cap."

Elliot walked out to join the others while Olivia sagged against her bedroom wall. Damn him for provoking this response from her. With very little effort he had the moisture building between her thighs. Just looking and watching him tonight had that happening to her too. He looked particularly delectable this evening, he was wearing a tight fitted t-shirt. And his jeans clung to his delectable ass. What she wouldn't give to fill her hands with it.

Shaking her head of her inappropriate thoughts she walked out to the poker table, finding the only spare seat across from the object of her desire. As much as she tried to ignore the man, she couldn't help but notice her body's response to him too.

Casey was just dealing a new hand when Olivia felt a foot run up her calf. Her head snapped up staring into Elliot's eyes. She was wearing a plain black casual wrap dress, it was comfortable but she was highly regretting that decision now. Nick was sitting right beside Elliot and gave her his charming smile and wink. If she wasn't sure of Elliot's intentions she might actually have to second guess whose sock clad foot it was that was slowly stroking her leg.

"You in?" Fin asked, just as they heard a loud explosion come from the movie that Carisi and Rollins were tuned into on the tv.

"Uh yeah," Olivia replied, trying to concentrate on the poker game and not on the foot that was now stroking the inside of her knee.

She tried to squeeze her legs together, to get some relief, while tossing in her chips.

Just as the flop was turned the foot inched higher, rubbing between her thighs. Olivia gulped loudly, she had the king and queen of hearts, and was looking at the ace and jack of hearts, as well as the two of spades.

As the game continued so did the foot between her legs, she was so wet, she didn't know what the fuck she was doing, she was a grown woman for god sakes but Elliot was proving to be very good at rubbing her sensually, even with his foot. She couldn't help slipping down slightly in her chair.

The next card was the seven of diamonds, useless for her. She took a sip of her beer and tried not to gasp as his foot made contact with her garter. He wasn't so good at acting as he sputtered and choked on his drink, clearly not expecting to run into the band.

She couldn't look at him. She would not look at him. They went around the table again, it was just her and Elliot still in. She took another sip, as he hit lace, and the river showed the ten of hearts.

Elliot pressed firmly against her panties, she knew he'd be able to feel her slickness through the thin lace material. She gasped into her beer, yeah she was flushed alright.

They laid down their hands, the rest of the player's chirping Elliot, telling him he had a lot to learn from their Captain. Finally locking eyes with each other, they both silently agreed in their heads.

Elliot stopped his teasing after that, instead choosing to focus on the game. He was naturally competitive and didn't like to lose, even to Olivia.

Olivia was thankful that nobody got too rowdy or drunk. And fortunately everyone was gone by two in the morning. Nick being the last to leave, she had spent the last couple hours flirting shamelessly with him. She knew it was safe and it kept her occupied and away from Elliot.

As he left he complimented her on the evening and what a nice place she had. What did he know though, he still lived at home with his parents. Just another glaring reminder of his age and inexperience in life, she told herself.

Nick and Elliot caught a case early Saturday morning, working it until the following Monday when unfortunately, they lost the victim but caught the bastard that assaulted and in the end been responsible for her murder.

"Come in," Olivia called when she heard a knock on her office door.

She smiled sadly when Nick entered and closed her door.

He stood behind one of her chairs and leaned against it, "I-I don't know what to do, what to say to him, it's his first loss."

Olivia nodded, "Rough case, what did your partner say to you the first time you loss someone?"

"It's different when it's a murder vs a live victim that you get to know, who succumbs to their injuries," Nick argued.

"I had already experienced loss before I joined SVU."

"Hmmm, well he was a marine, he's probably loss people too," Olivia guessed.

Nick furrowed his eyebrows, "Stabler was a marine?"

"You didn't know?" Olivia asked.

"Was that in his file?" Nick asked, wondering how she knew and he didn't.

Olivia shook her head, "I saw his marine corp tattoo on his forearm, you didn't notice it, he was wearing a t-shirt at my party?"

"Sorry guess I wasn't staring at his forearms?" Nick joked.

Olivia smiled, "Take him out, have a beer with him, I don't think he'll cry on your shoulder but just be there for him, be there to listen if he wants to talk," she advised.

Nick grinned at her, "You always were the best partner."

She watched her old partner leave, sighing, she missed going out with him every day but at least she knew Stabler was in good hands.

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Olivia was just about to step into her hot shower when there was a knock on her door. She rushed to throw on her silky robe, just getting it tied when she glanced through her peephole. She gasped seeing Elliot on the other side. Yanking open her door she grabbed him by the arm pulling him inside quickly.

"Are you crazy?!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here? You cannot be here Stabler! Half the precinct lives in this building or across the street and the other half lives just a couple blocks from here! Anybody could have seen you, shit!"

Elliot had lost all verbal speech when he saw his Captain in nothing but a short brown shiny robe, it contrasted perfectly with her golden skin.

Looking out her peephole to make sure nobody was following him, she finally turned to the man in her apartment at 10pm on a Monday night.

"Well?!" she questioned.

"Uh Nick and I shared a cab home, I waited till he was in his building before coming over here," Elliot tried to explain, his mouth feeling particularly dry all of a sudden.

"That doesn't explain why you're here."

"I just wanted to see you. I had a shitty day and I didn't get the chance to talk to you before Nick was taking me to the bar."

Olivia leaned back against the wall in her hallway. "Look I know today was rough for you, our first loss always is and it's always a case you'll remember."

Elliot nodded, "Did I-was there anything I could've done?"

Ah Olivia thought, so this is what he needed, validation that he didn't screw up.

Olivia stepped into Elliot's personal space, placing her hand on his shoulder, "You did everything right Stabler. Nothing could have changed the outcome, the damage was already done."

Elliot nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Now we need to get you out of here before somebody sees you. Are you drunk?" Olivia asked, knowing they had been at the local cop bar.

Elliot shook his head, "I only had one beer, I wanted to be sober when I saw you."

Olivia gulped, "I'll call you a cab."

"Not yet, please," Elliot begged.

Olivia sighed, "Stabler you shouldn't be here, it's totally inappropriate and you know it."

Olivia leaned back against her wall, they were standing in her small hallway leading from her front door to her living room. Elliot was leaning against the wall opposite her.

"I can't help it Olivia. I try to keep my distance, I try not to think about you 24/7, but I can't fight it," Elliot husked, moving to lean one arm beside her head.

Olivia groaned, "Try harder El."

Elliot shook his head, "I don't want to, you can't tell me you didn't feel a spark when we kissed."

"Elliot nothing's changed I'm still your boss," Olivia declared, ducking under his outstretched arm and walking towards her couch.

"Ye-yes you are, so be my boss," Elliot said as he turned towards her, he took a step and unzipped his jacket, dropping it on the floor as he advanced towards her.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Olivia stuttered.

Elliot reached behind his back and pulled his shirt over his head, "Teach me, mold me, guide me Olivia."

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, she closed her eyes and shook her head, "Elliot don't take another step."

He continued to walk towards her, half naked in her apartment. Elliot grabbed her hand and pulled it towards his bare chest, "Touch me Olivia," he whispered his tone dropping from arousal.

Olivia opened her eyes when her hand came in contact with a hard, cool, smooth surface. She gasped, here was her subordinate standing shirtless in her apartment, alone. She caught glimpses of his toned physique before but this was ridiculous.

He was very fit that much she knew, but she was surprised by how soft and smooth his skin was. Olivia couldn't keep her eyes from wandering, he was holding her hand against his left pec. It was rock hard underneath it, she flexed her fingers, accidentally swiping his nipple.

"Touch me," Elliot repeated, bringing her other hand to the other side of his chest.

Olivia sighed when her palm made contact.

His entire body was firm and hard. She could feel his heart pounding against her right hand. Her gaze moved along his clavicle, she wanted to swipe her tongue in the dip her eyes found at the base of his neck, where his sternum began.

Her hands moved, she had no conscience thought of telling them to, but she clung on to his strong broad shoulders. His arms were sculpted, from his deltoids to his biceps, she ran her fingers down to his strong forearms.

Elliot reached up and tilted her face towards him, pecking her on the lips, he knew his body was distracting her, so he used it to his advantage, "Teach me."

"What do you want to know?" Olivia asked in a gravelly voice.

Elliot smiled, "Everything."

He grabbed her wrists again, planting them on his chest, before sliding them down onto his abdominal muscles. He flexed as much as he could, hearing her moan when her fingers slid across his valleys.

Good Lord, Olivia thought, it was like someone carved these muscles into him. His six, no eight pack was so firmly defined it was absurd. Her hands slid lower just before coming to rest on his belt. She moved her hands outward, her fingers running along the lines of a very prominent 'V', that disappeared beneath his jeans.

Olivia swallowed loudly, and licked her bottom lip. His pants were already riding low on his torso but she wanted to tug them even lower. Perhaps she could run her hands down his back, slide them along until she was dipping them into his pants, cupping his bare ass cheeks. Her face felt warm just at the thought of doing it.

"Why are you blushing?" Elliot inquired, breaking her out of her delightful thoughts.

Olivia took a step back, "This is wrong," she tried to argue.

Elliot let out a self deprecating chuckle, "Is it me? Am I not enough?" he had no idea how to seduce a woman and his insecurities and inexperience were beginning to make him feel like this was a big mistake. What did he know anyways. He had no experience when it came to women. The furthest he had ever gone was a handjob, his catholic upbringing had prevented him from taking things further. He didn't know how to please a woman, let alone someone as magnificent as Olivia. He imagined she'd been with a lot of men, everywhere she went she turned heads. Male and female heads. He couldn't possibly compare to the men she had dated but fuck if he didn't want to try.

Olivia could see the nerves and doubt play across his face, she knew he just gave her an opportunity to shut whatever this was down, but seeing his insecurities made her want to comfort him.

"Of course you are, but that doesn't make this right, we can't do this, I'm your Captain, I'm older than you, God Stabler I'm friends with your Dad, I'd never be able to look him in the eye again," Olivia husked, her voice dropping as well.

Elliot quirked an eyebrow, "It's not illegal." He moved back into her personal space, placing his hands on her silk clad hips. "You're so fucking beautiful," he said, moving in and placing a delicate kiss on her neck.

Olivia moaned, she didn't know how to fight this anymore. They would get in so much trouble if someone found out, but if anything the fact that this attraction was taboo, forbidden, and frowned upon just made it so much sexier to her. She couldn't help voicing these thoughts to him, hoping to deter him one last time as his hands slid to her back, yanking her against his strong solid body.

"Fuck it's so hot when you say those things," he groaned into her neck.

Olivia nodded, unable to disagree.

"So teach me Olivia, show me things, guide me Captain," Elliot murmured against her skin.

Olivia snapped and grabbed his head, her hands framing his face, "I'm going to hell for this," she stated before claiming his mouth with hers.

Elliot gasped the moment their lips made contact, he tried to follow her lead but she kissed him with so much passion and desire. This is what he wanted another make out session with her, hopefully on her couch if he could get her to sit down.

Olivia moaned into the kiss. She couldn't fight it anymore, he was bringing out the part of her that liked to dominate, that liked to take control. He obviously sensed this side of her and was using it to his advantage. So swept up in the kiss she didn't notice they were moving until her legs hit her couch, but before he could push her down on it she surprised him and turned around, pressing against his shoulders she got him to plop down on it instead.

Not hesitating despite the dumbfounded look on his face, Olivia sat down beside him, reaching out to caress his face before drawing their lips together again.

"You're such a good kisser," Elliot moaned.

"I know," Olivia responded before coaxing his mouth open with hers.

Elliot groaned, he loved a woman with confidence, "Show me more."

"You're doing fine on your own," she whispered before swiping her tongue against his bottom lip. She pressed her tongue slightly into his mouth, trying to entice him, coax him to play with hers.

It worked, his tongue smoothly making it's way into her mouth to tangle with hers. "Mmmm good boy," she garbled around the organ in her mouth.

Elliot moaned, fuck that was such a turn on, did he like being praised?

Olivia's hand moved from his face, she slid it down his neck, and started to slowly rub and massage his left pec.

It was too much stimulation for him, he broke off the kiss, "Jesus, fuck," he groaned, tipping his head back to rest against her couch.

Olivia smiled she loved how responsive his young body was to her. It was such a turn on knowing she could entice this sexy young specimen. He could have any woman he wanted, but he was responding to her. She didn't want to seem vain but it was a huge boost to her ego that he wanted her, that she was the one turning him on, she was responsible for that bulge in the front of his jeans.

Olivia kissed down his stretched neck, the angle too steep, she swung a bare leg over his jean clad thighs, straddling her detective with ease.

"You wanted a lesson?" Olivia asked, totally into her role as his teacher now.

Elliot gulped and nodded.

Olivia grinned at him, "Let's start with those hands," she said while reaching down and grabbing them. She took them in hers, taking a moment to admire how thick his fingers were, those would feel magnificent inside her, she just knew, "So strong," she purred.

Elliot gaped at her, unable to respond.

Olivia pressed his hands against her robe clad hips, she ground down against him, "This what you wanted?"

Elliot could only nod.

"Take more," Olivia groaned, getting more and more turned on by giving her employee instructions.

Elliot wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. He slid his hands down and grabbed her by her buttcheeks. They both moaned when he made contact.

"Fuck." "Shit." Olivia started a slow rocking movement against his jean covered election. "Guide me," she commanded.

Elliot didn't need to be asked twice to understand her meaning, gripping her ass tighter, he pushed and pulled her against his hardon.

Olivia dropped her head to his shoulder, twisting she suctioned her mouth to his neck.

Elliot groaned, if they kept up this movement he was gonna cum in his pants. He could feel her heat even through the thick layer of his jeans and he could feel the hard tips of her breasts against his bare chest.

Elliot bucked up into her, they both gasped at the sensation, looking down made him groan even louder, the front of his jeans were wet and it wasn't from him.

"Dear God, please tell me you're not naked under that gown Olivia," he begged.

"Kay I won't tell you," she whispered near his ear.

It was too much. It wasn't enough. He didn't know if he should slam on the breaks, or undo her robe. He knew what he wanted to do. But he also felt she had the right to know, the truth about how inexperienced he really was before they went all the way.

They were still dry humping on her couch when Olivia issued her next order, "Buck up into me!"

"Oh god yes just like that," she commanded. "Ye-yes, fuck Stabler!"

Elliot moaned he tried to keep a steady rhythm, he wasn't sure when they went from kissing to coming undone on her sofa.

Olivia's robe was coming loose with all their movements. The tops of her breasts came into view as she continued to ground against him.

She flung her head back as her clit throbbed and twitched, his name leaving her lips as her tunnel clenched around nothing. Her mouth parted in a perfect 'O' shape.

Elliot grunted as he came in his pants. Just the sight of her cumming on his lap was enough to send him over the ledge too. He held her tightly against his hard shaft, thrusting upward repeatedly as he unloaded more and more in his pants.

Olivia removed her lips from his neck, she hadn't been thinking clearly when she sucked his skin into her mouth.

She groaned when Elliot's head fell forward into her cleavage. Both of them still riding the high from their orgasms. Elliot was still rubbing and squeezing her ass over her robe. All she wanted was for him to slip his hands underneath and slide his thick digits into her from behind.

Although the climax had cooled her off it had also ignited something in her. She wanted more from him. She wanted to do more with him. He wanted to learn from her and she found herself wanting to teach him, mold him, instruct him on how to please her, even though she was pretty sure he would do exceptionally well on his own.

Elliot was still breathing hard against her chest. He wanted to just pull the flimsy robe off but he felt shy and too inexperienced to perform the duties that would follow that action. Could he finger her, yes. But go down on her? Or pummel her until she was screaming his name, he wasn't so sure.

Olivia grabbed the sides of his face and tilted his head upwards, "You okay?"

"Shouldn't I be asked you that?" Elliot replied while swiping his thumbs up and down her firm buttcheeks.

Olivia smiled, "I know this is wrong, and this can't happen again-"

"Why not?" Elliot frowned, he thought he got past the obstacle of her refusing this.

She smiled sadly at him, "This was a huge lapse of judgement on my part but you're just so damn convincing."

"Odd for you to say that as you sit in my lap, straddling my legs Benson."

Olivia nodded, "Fair enough." She pushed herself off the back of the couch before standing. She grimaced when she saw the evidence of her arousal and climax on his jeans.

"I got carried away," she tried to excuse.

"Seriously?" he questioned.

"We can't Elliot, we'd be in so much trouble if this got out."

"So it won't," he replied, standing up in front of her, and grabbing her hands, placing them on his body.

"No don't start this again please. I'm trying to be the responsible one, I'm trying to do the right thing." She saw him open his mouth to interrupt her. "Yes I see the irony in that, after I just dry humped you like a fucking teenager on my couch."

Elliot grabbed her around the waist, pulling her in close, he crossed his arms behind her, "If you want me to leave I'll leave, I honestly was just hoping to kiss you tonight but I'm not going to forget this and I'm not going to stop pursuing you."

Olivia sighed as she leaned her forehead against his shoulder.

"You're an amazing woman Olivia, and I'm honoured that you're even attracted to me. I won't abuse that knowledge and I'll never tell a soul about this, but I'm not gonna give you up either, not without a fight."

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," Olivia argued.

Elliot smirked, "I hope one day I'm getting into you Captain."

Olivia gasped, fuck that was such a turn on, she couldn't help the way her body had bucked into his when he said that, even as immature as it was.

"You like that don't you, when I call you Captain," Elliot husked into her ear.

Olivia suddenly pushed him away from her, "I'm calling you a cab now!"

She walked away from him, leaving a wide grin on his face. He reached for his shirt and pulled it on, grabbing his jacket too.

"It'll be here in two minutes," Olivia said while walking towards her front door.

"Make sure you take the stairs, and the back entrance is where the cab will meet you so nobody sees you out front," she was still slightly worried about him running into Nick or Fin. She knew Rollins also walked her dog along this route.

"I'll be careful," Elliot smiled at her. He reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear, he smoothed his hand around to the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

She moaned against his mouth, his tongue instantly seeking contact with hers. There was nothing short and sweet about this kiss. It was full and passionate, a promise and tease of more to come. He tried to mimic her kissing style from earlier, he grabbed her plump bottom lip between his, sucking and pulling it into his mouth, he ran his tongue across it before letting go and dipping into her mouth again. His left hand grabbed her ass, squeezing and pulling her against him.

Finally needing to breathe he broke the kiss, he moved to open the door but not before placing a kiss on her flushed warm cheek and forehead. "See you tomorrow, sweet dreams Cap," he winked at her.

She shut the door behind him, and locked the deadbolt. Olivia leaned forward, knocking her head repeatedly against the door. What the fuck had she let happen tonight? Did she let it happen or did she initiate it? She definitely took charge at some point but she didn't start it right? She wasn't so sure now. He maybe initiated the kissing but didn't she push them forward when she straddled him?

Another reason this was a bad idea. This was so messy. Literally and figuratively as she felt her arousal on her thighs. She wanted to shower before but she needed to shower now. Fuck this man was going to kill her.

It was past midnight. She didn't realize how long he'd been there. She sighed as she undid her robe, something she wished he had took the initiative and done. She wished he had done a lot of things, shit maybe she should guide him next time. Next time? Would there be a next time. Her mind screamed no but her body pulsed yes.

Despite cumming on his jeans, her clit was begging for attention. Slipping into her shower, she stepped under the warm spray. She stood under the warm water for a couple minutes, taking her body soap into her hand, she massaged it into her tense shoulders, before taking her breasts in her hands. She moaned as she rubbed the soap into them, she squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, picturing her young detective in her head as she gave them both a firm tug before releasing her firm peaks.

Olivia reached up and grabbed her shower head, she twisted the nozzle until it was a strong blast instead of a gentle stream.

Olivia lowered the shower head down her body. She closed her eyes as she leaned against the wall in her shower, picturing Elliot getting down on his knees in front of her. She spread her legs, moaning when the spray hit her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Olivia took deep breaths, "Oh God, Elliot!" she moaned into the thick warm air of her bathroom.

The water felt heavenly against her throbbing clit, she reached down and parted her lips, before slipping a finger inside her clenching tunnel.

"Fu-fuck yes," Olivia groaned.

"Ah shit, El, Elliot!" Olivia rasped as she imagined it was his mouth on her clit, and his finger pumping in and out of her slick core.

Succumbing to the constant pressure against her swollen clit, Olivia climaxed for the second time that night, shouting obscenities and her subordinates name.

Olivia dropped the shower head, allowing it to clank loudly against the tiles, as she recovered against the wall.

She was tired, exhausted, and she had no idea how she would work with him tomorrow. All she wanted to do now was rinse off and then sleep.

His departing kiss had riled her up again, but she was finally sated. She just hoped she could keep as good of a poker face on tomorrow, as she did when they actually played poker.

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A/N: All reviews welcomed, all mistakes mine. Not super happy with this chapter but I digress.