A/N: Thanks SO much for all the lovely feedback and sweet comments on my last chapter. Reading your responses to their engagement & laidback Christmas was so heartwarming. It truly makes posting my writing so much more worth it!

January 2020

It's a long, stressful day at the Grant Institute. One of the larger donors for the Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III Presidential Library dropped out at the eleventh hour, leaving the entire staff running ragged, trying to find a replacement to help fund construction. As evening draws in, Olivia leaves her office and crosses the hall to lean against the door frame of Fitz's own office. His weary expression is one she's seen more times than she'd like; it makes her want to kiss between his furrowed brows and make all his worries disappear.

"You look like you could do with a drink." Olivia announces her presence, making a fair observation.

Fitz lifts his gaze from his laptop screen and the tightness in his jaw softens as he leans back in his chair. "C'mere."

She strolls in, closing the door behind her. He watches her make her way over to the crystal decanter, pouring each of them a glass of whiskey before walking to perch on the edge of his desk.

"Here," She hands him a tumbler before taking a sip from her own. "I've been reaching out to my old clients all afternoon. I just got off a call with a very wealthy luxury hotel owner who owes me a favor."

"Yeah?"

"I handled our donor issue. It's taken care of."

"Really?" He bites back a grin and places a hand on her thigh, shaking his head. "How?"

"I am very good at what I do." Olivia smiles down at him, her eyes warm and tender.

"Mmhm, that you are." Fitz sighs out, relieved. He swallows a generous mouthful of whiskey. "Ready to head home?"

"Not yet." She murmurs as she sets down her glass on the desk.

"Liv?" His brows raise when he watches her drop to her knees in front of him, reaching to snap open his belt buckle. "Livvie, you don't have to –"

"It's been a long day, let me help you unwind." She swipes her tongue at the corner of her mouth and exhales softly.

Olivia tugs at the zipper on Fitz's pants and when she slips a hand inside his boxers, his hips instinctively shift forward. He's already half hard; she strokes his length and feels him twitch in her palm.

"What about the team? Marcus?" He's at least trying to be level-headed about this. After years of hiding their relationship, getting caught in compromising positions, they have no reason to be doing this here and now. They share a house and a bed. And yet it's such a turn-on that he can't stop her.

"I sent them all home." She declares nonchalantly as she pulls the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his stiffening cock. Her eyes darken and she bites her bottom lip at the sight of him. "Besides, I've been thinking about this all afternoon."

"You have?" He stifles a groan when she licks a path along the underside of his growing erection.

"Mmm." She hums quietly and takes him into her mouth.

Fitz places his glass down to use both hands, threading his fingers in her silky hair, gently guiding her. Not that Olivia needs any help, she knows exactly how to drive him crazy. Her hand wraps around his length and she works him up and down while she sucks him, tastes him.

"Fuck, Liv." He exhales deeply, already feeling the tension of the day leave his body. He needs this. She knows he needs this.

When she moans, the sound vibrates along his cock. His hips buck and his length drives deeper in her throat, making her gag and choke a little until she withdraws slightly, blinking away tears. Every caress of her fingers and swirl of her tongue on him pushes him to the edge. She's so perfect for him, so talented at making him feel good. And she looks so beautiful with her lips wrapped around him.

As the dizzying pressure of her mouth and throat on his cock brings him close, he tries his best to hold back a deep groan and resists the urge to bunch his fists in her hair, instead gripping the armrests of his chair tight. She continues to stroke him and use her mouth on him until he climaxes, moaning through a clenched jaw. He's catching his breath while she discreetly wipes her mouth and pulls his boxers up, then dusts off her pants as she stands up.

"Let's go home." Olivia smiles coolly as if she hasn't just absolutely wrecked him.

"Uh, wait… Liv," Fitz, still a little dazed, grabs her hand, "Your turn."

She shakes her head gently, stopping him when he reaches for her. "Later. That was just for you."

When they arrive home, Olivia finds herself immediately pinned against the wall at the foot of the staircase. Fitz's hands are everywhere; buried in her hair, squeezing her ass, slipping under her blouse to caress her breasts. The way he kisses her with such hunger and passion makes her wet with anticipation. His lips trail down the side of her neck and he bites at her collarbone softly, eliciting a breathy sigh from her throat.

Before they can get too carried away, they're interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Fitz's phone, because of course, they are. He groans inwardly and pulls his cell from his pocket as she sinks back against the wall, breathless.

"It's Karen," He shoots her an apologetic look, "I was supposed to call her earlier, it totally slipped my mind."

"Talk to your daughter." She murmurs and stands up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek.

Almost an hour later, Fitz climbs the stairs and heads to bed. To his surprise, he hears Olivia moan and his arousal immediately spikes. When he steps into their room, his eyes widen at the sight of her naked and writhing in pleasure with a wand vibrator quietly buzzing against her clit. It takes a second for her to notice his presence, but a dazed grin spreads across her face when she does.

"You started without me." He states as he walks in, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it.

"I tried to be patient," She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and presses the power button on the toy, tossing it to one side, "You left me all hot and bothered."

"You're a bad girl. You should've waited for me and now," He pauses, letting a teasing smirk edge onto his face and he kicks his shoes off, continuing to strip down to his boxers, "Now, I think I may have to punish you."

An excited shiver runs up her spine at his teasing. "Punish me?"

Fitz doesn't answer, instead, he climbs on the bed and sinks between Olivia's parted thighs. He takes her into his mouth, tasting her, reveling in how wet she is. His tongue grazes her clit once, twice, three times before he pulls back suddenly.

She gasps sharply when he grabs her by the waist and flips her over. He easily hauls her across his lap and caresses a hand over her lower back.

"I'm going to make you beg." His low, threatening voice makes her pulse race faster. He slaps his palm down against her ass cheek and the sound seems to echo in the silence that follows. Then he drops the facade, just to check that he hasn't crossed a line beyond what she's comfortable with, "Is this okay?"

She glances over her shoulder at him, lust darkening her eyes as she nods. They share a smile and he spanks her again, harder than before. He's so good to her, checking in on her and her boundaries; she feels so loved, so respected, so safe. The trust they have with each other is everything.

Her back arches, hips shifting back to encourage him, almost as an offer. A silent request.

"You like that?" Fitz asks, letting his hand hover over her. He's teasing her, daring her to ask for more.

"Yes," Olivia whimpers at the lack of contact and exhales a ragged sigh, "Please."

"Please what?"

"I want more."

"You do?"

"Please, Fitz, give it to me. I need it –" Her desperate babbling is rewarded with a timely smack on her ass.

He continues to spank her, making her pant and moan out, targeting the fleshy parts of her ass for maximum impact absorption and the least amount of pain. He spanks her until her throat burns and she's so wet that she's practically dripping. She's trembling with the effort to keep her knees from buckling when he stops.

"Fitz –"

"Did you almost come?"

A shaky breath escapes her and she gazes up at him, "Yes."

"But you didn't yet?"

"No."

A beat passes. He grins darkly at her, toying with her, "Do you want to come now?"

"Please."

Fitz leans back to rest on his elbows, watching and waiting for her to make a move. "Go ahead."

Olivia kneels up, mouth agape. "What?"

"Well, apparently you think you do a better job," He shrugs and his mouth twitches with a playful smirk, "Or do you?"

She swings her leg across to kneel over him, settling into his lap as she moves in close to press her body against his naked torso.

"Fitz, please. I –" She gasps sharply when he finds her clit, grazing it with his thumb.

"Is this what you need?" He grins when she arches against his hand, seeking more friction.

"Yeah."

"Tell me. Love when you talk to me."

"I need –" She's cut off when he lazily strokes his fingers between her folds. "I need to come."

"What do you want?" He asks, knowing the answer but still wanting to hear her say it aloud.

"You. Your mouth," Her brows draw together and her half-lidded gaze meets his with hunger and intensity, "I need you."

Fitz sits up and grasps Olivia by the hips, lifting her and laying her out in the original position he'd found her in, nestled against the pillows. Her fingers thread in his hair as he kisses her deeply. With every swipe of his tongue over hers, every nip of his teeth on her bottom lip, she moans into his mouth. He slides down her body, kissing between her breasts and trailing a path with his tongue down her abdomen. His big hands span her thighs and he spreads them apart, exposing her soaking cunt to his hungry gaze.

"Oh Livvie," He can't help but groan at how obvious the sight of her arousal is, "Goddamn, you're so fucking wet."

She opens her mouth to plead, but she doesn't need to; he doesn't give her a chance. He sucks her throbbing clit and drags the flat of his tongue across it to make her gasp and whimper and writhe. He can feel the tension in her body and how much she needs this from the way her hips arch and shake, her fingers tugging at the curls at the back of his neck.

After feeling pent up for more than an hour – and if she's honest all day long – it doesn't take much to push Olivia over the edge, especially when Fitz pulls her legs up around his shoulders. Then he presses two fingers inside of her, applying pressure to her g-spot, and she makes a broken sound; a strangled kind of half moan, half scream. Her thighs instinctively lock around his neck, holding him in place as he licks her and fucks her with his fingers.

"Fitz, I'm close," She gasps unevenly, her eyes slam shut as her hips rut against his face, "Don't stop, baby."

He redoubles his efforts to bring her to the edge, rolling his tongue over her clit. With her eyes closed everything is heightened; his soft curls brushing at her inner thighs, the rasp of his barely-there stubble against her swollen lips, the dizzying suction of his mouth on her clit. The building pressure is like a tightening coil, threatening to spring apart. And then it happens and she free falls into it, panting and moaning, tugging his hair as she comes undone.

Fitz slowly and gently disentangles himself from between Olivia's thighs, subtly wiping his hand on the sheets as he crawls up her body. She's still trembling and panting for air when he cups her jaw to give her a chaste kiss on the lips.

"God..." She huffs out a breathy giggle, shaking her head softly. "I've never – how did you know I was into that?"

"Spanking?" His eyebrows lift at her teasingly as she curls into his side, hiding her face against his shoulder.

"Yeah. That was new."

"I just… I had a feeling," He asks and she laughs quietly in response, then he pauses for a moment. "It wasn't too much, right?"

His question makes her lift her gaze to meet his, "No, you made me feel safe."

"You feel okay now?" He asks, allowing his palm to skim over her ass.

"Just a little sore, but in a good way." She gives him a dazed smile and allows her hand to trace down his stomach, lingering on the soft patch of hair trailing below his belly button. "You wanna..."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm... I want you inside me."

Fitz grins and tugs his boxers down, kicking them off the side of the bed. He moves to the middle of the mattress, kneeling up as he reaches for a pillow.

"C'mere."

Olivia follows him, taking his outstretched hand and letting him pull her up to join him. Their lips meet in a heated kiss; she tangles her arms around his neck and arches into him, craving the feeling of his skin against hers. She could kiss him like this forever, but his big hands clutch her waist and he suddenly picks her up, laying her out on her back, making her gasp at his dominance.

"Up." He orders with a dark smirk edging onto his face and she lifts her hips, letting him place the pillow under her ass.

Her thighs fall open for him and she cups her breasts, idly toying with her nipples as she waits for his next move. When he takes his cock into his hand, she watches him stroke himself a few times and then he shifts forward, angling his hips to align himself at her core. She's so wet and warm, that when he pushes into her, feeling the tight clench of her cunt around him, he groans low in his throat. He'll never tire of how perfect she feels.

When Fitz rocks into her, Olivia arches her back, leaving her head dangling off the side of the bed. He starts slow, rolling his hips over hers in deep, hard thrusts, but she can feel his tension in the way he's fucking her. He's chasing an orgasm and she's happy to oblige him, but she's not sure she'll even be able to get there again after her own explosive climax minutes earlier. She figures she's spent until she feels the sudden sensation of her forgotten vibrator nudging against her clit.

Her head snaps up and she locks eyes with him, staring down at her with a wicked grin on his face. He presses the button to raise the intensity a level; the buzzy pulses from the toy make her hips jerk as needy moans escape her throat. He's taking her to the edge, bringing her along with him; all she can do is let him. His thrusts take on a more frenetic pace and he grunts, loud and breathless. The blood rushes to her head when he fucks her deeper and she sinks back, hanging off the edge of the bed.

The sex is hot, dirty, and a little rough; it's just what they're both craving to release the tension of the day. Olivia comes first, whimpering feverishly as she writhes and grinds against Fitz and the vibrator until she can't take any more. She wriggles away from the toy – and unintentionally him too – oversensitive and still twitching with aftershocks. He chases her, throwing the vibrator aside to grab her thighs and pull her back into him. Her legs lock around his hips, making him drive deeper into her. A few more thrusts and he cries out, his orgasm tearing through him as he collapses in a mess on top of her.

It takes a long few minutes for either of them to recover, the only sounds in the room are their labored breathing and the vibrator still quietly humming on the bed. As gently as he can, he pulls out and rolls onto his back next to her. An airy giggle escapes her lips when she meets his gaze and he looks absolutely ruined.

"Do I look as thoroughly fucked as you do right now?" Olivia asks, wrapping her leg around his torso.

"Possibly," Fitz gives her a crooked, dazed grin as she pushes back a rogue curl on his sweaty forehead, "I'm going to draw a bath, wanna join me?"

"Oh, that sounds incredible," She pauses for a second, then a teasing smile spreads across her face, "I think I could marry you."

"I'd say 'yes' but I'm already engaged." He utters in amusement, playing along with her.

Her lips curve into a playful pout. "That's a shame. Is she pretty?"

"Oh, the prettiest," He states, only half-joking, and he slides off the bed, reaching for her hand, "Come on."

"You'll have to help me out, my legs are like jello." She exhales a shaky breath, smiling when he laughs at her.

He makes her yelp out a squeak when he grabs her ankles and pulls her off the side of the bed, then hauls her over his shoulder and carries her through to the bathroom as she squeals his name.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this spicy little update! Again, if you enjoyed it, I'd love to know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!