As soon as Olivia was done with her last class she debated whether to go to Fitz's office and change her clothes. Or should she do it somewhere else, in case someone was to walk in. She couldn't explain why she, a student, was naked in a professor's office.
She quickly dismissed that train of thought. They weren't doing anything wrong, technically. They were both consenting adults, and she had dropped his class yesterday. She wasn't going to overthink things. She wanted him, he wanted her. It was simple.
Olivia had decided against going to his office to get changed. Regardless of whether they were doing anything wrong or not, she knew they had to be responsible. And she also knew what being alone with Fitz in an enclosed space would lead to. No doubt he'd blow her mind and her back out, in that order, but she didn't need that at the moment.
Olivia went home and got changed, texting Fitz once she was ready so he could come get her. As soon as she sent the text her phone buzzed not even two minutes later with a reply.
FG: What if I told you I'm already outside?
Olivia ran over to her window, peeking outside. Sure enough, there Fitz was, sitting in his car. She watched as he got out of the car. How a man his height managed to move so gracefully was beyond her. There was a hint of his sexual prowess in every step that he took. Olivia was mesmerized watching him walk, from her window. It almost didn't click in her head that she was supposed to be going downstairs to meet him at the door.
When she finally opened the door, Fitz was standing there with his hands in his pockets and that crooked smile of his on his face.
"Olivia, you look nice." As he said this his eyes slowly moved from her face, down the entire length of her body and back up again. His gaze was so sensual. Olivia could vividly imagine everything he probably wanted to do to her. She shivered at the thought. "Are you cold?" he asked.
Fitz was about to take off his suit jacket but Olivia shook her head no. "I'm ready to go if you are," she said. She knew she probably should've invited him in first or something but Abby wasn't there to be a buffer and she knew with the way he was looking at her and how her body reacted they'd never make it to dinner.
Fitz nodded his head, leading her to the car. She shivered again when he placed his hand on the small of her back.
Olivia was wearing a sexy, black, floor-length, minimalist dress. It looked innocent from the front, the neckline wasn't too revealing and it had long sleeves. But the back was just about nonexistent. The way it hugged her curves almost made Fitz want to go to church. He knew he wasn't an unattractive man, but Olivia just possessed an out of this world beauty that always left him in awe and humbled him.
Just then, the perfect song came on the radio. It was a new song by Ne-Yo called "Religious." Fitz immediately turned the music up. He was smiling as he listened to the words.
Hallelujah indeed, Fitz thought. He glanced over at Olivia before returning his attention to the road.
Olivia was trying to fight the smile threatening to break out onto her face. She tried to cover her mouth with her hand and bite her lip. Fitz didn't hesitate to pull her hand away. He shook his head. "Don't hide your beautiful smile from me."
They didn't really talk much on their way to the restaurant. They were both content to just hold hands and listen to the music on the radio. They'd both missed each other terribly throughout the day and were just glad to finally be near one another again.
Fitz's hand was resting on the small of Olivia's back again as they waited to be seated. He couldn't resist tracing small circles on her lower back. He had to satisfy his need to be touching her. Seeing as how they were in public, this simple form of contact would have to do. He wasn't against a little public nudity but he was sure she wouldn't take too kindly to getting arrested.
They were finally taken to an elevator up to the top floor where they were shown to a table. Fitz pulled out Olivia's seat before sitting down himself. Olivia was trying to focus after having her thoughts scattered by the feeling of Fitz's hand on her skin. She felt Fitz staring at her and looked over at him.
"What?" she asked. That was a mistake though. Now she was forced to take in just how handsome he looked face to face. She was trying to remember if he was this handsome when she first saw him that night at the club. It didn't help matters any that he knew how to wear a suit well.
He didn't get the chance to answer her before a waiter appeared at their table. As soon as the young man laid eyes on Olivia he froze. Fitz could tell that the waiter was mesmerized by Olivia's beauty. He couldn't blame him, but it bothered him nonetheless. A lot. Fitz cleared his throat, placing his arm on the back of Olivia's chair. Glaring at the waiter, Fitz told him that they'd like the alcohol and food pairing. After the waiter walked away, Fitz returned his attention back to Olivia, his face finally relaxing.
They made small talk while their food was being cooked. The food and alcohol pairing meant that they had an alcoholic behavior to accompany each dish, and every dish was cooked right in front of them.
By the end of their meal, Olivia was lightly buzzed. Olivia could get used to starting her weeks like this. Normally she hated Mondays and Tuesdays, but this was nice. Being with Fitz was nice. She hadn't realized it but sometime during the meal Fitz's hand found its way to her lower back again. This wasn't good. Alcohol plus his touch was very intoxicating. Olivia thought she might float away if he didn't stop soon.
"So tell me something," Fitz said.
"Mmm, like?" Her tone was seductive. She crossed her legs as she moved one hand to play with one of her loose curls.
Fitz thought she looked adorable yet sexy when she did that and he had to focus to not lose his train of thought. "I don't know. We talked about my family yesterday, tell me about yours." Fitz was very curious about Olivia. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to know what he had to do to make sure she was always his. He was still baffled by everything, but he knew that he had found "the one." Stop being ridiculous, he thought.
It took Olivia a minute to concentrate. She had to move his hand from her lower back first. "Well, my family lives in Little Rock, Arkansas. I have two little sisters. The oldest, Ariana, is 12, and the youngest, Jasmine, is 10. We're all very close." Olivia stopped talking, but Fitz could tell she wanted to say something more.
"That hardly sounds complicated," he said.
"What?"
"When I first asked you to give us a chance, you said you couldn't because you're complicated. You said everything is complicated."
Olivia was surprised that he remembered that. But then again she should've known he would. He'd made it more than clear that he wanted her, every part of her. And he was a very determined man. Surely a man like him didn't forget much. Olivia regarded him quietly.
"Maybe we should continue this conversation at my place, or yours, but not here."
Fitz was surprised that she was willing to talk about it with him. He quickly paid the bill and escorted her out of the restaurant. He'd been looking for any excuse to get her back to his place.
"You know, I think I like having you over my place. You should definitely come over more often," Fitz said.
"You'd like that, I bet." Olivia raised one eyebrow at Fitz. They were standing in his living room, having just gotten to his place.
The look Fitz gave her made her breath catch in her throat. If he had his way, she might not ever leave. He wasn't into holding women captive or anything, though. Olivia briefly remembered him saying that he was possessive the first time they had sex. Or was it the second?
He walked over to her, grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs. She giggled. "Fitz, I thought we were supposed to be talking."
"Later," he said, gruffly.
He really did want to finish their conversation from the restaurant but she was just too tempting, especially with the way she responded to his statement about her coming over more often. It was crazy but she brought out a strong desire in him to make her his, completely. He wanted her in the most basic, and the most sensual, way.
He pulled her into his bedroom. Olivia watched him through lowered lids as he slid his jacket off. Next he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall on top of his jacket on the floor.
"Strip," he commanded. The way he said it made Olivia want to obey without any hesitation. If he asked her to jump next she'd probably ask how high.
Slowly, she slid the dress off her shoulders, taking her arms out of the sleeves. Fitz toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. When she slid her dress over her hips, Fitz almost lost his balance.
"Shit," he mumbled. Why was she so mesmerizing? He stood up straight, running one hand through his hair. He almost bit his lip as he took in her almost naked form.
Olivia stepped out of her dress. She was left standing in nothing but her underwear and heels. For some reason, she shyly covered her breasts as she looked up at him through her lashes. In two quick strides he was in front of her, holding each of her wrists in one of his hands. He shook his head no. He didn't want her to keep any parts of herself hidden from his view. Turning her around, he gently pushed her onto the bed. She fell face down. He pulled her underwear off and tossed them to the side.
"Get on all fours," he told her, stepping back and unbuckling his belt. He admired the curve of her ass as she did what he said. Once he had taken off his pants and underwear, he climbed onto the bed behind her. He let his fingers ghost over the skin of her neck, down her back, ending with her backside. Gently pushing her head down, he instructed her to spread her legs wider.
"Olivia, you have to tell me now if you don't want this. You've had a little bit to drink and I don't want to take advantage of you." He prayed she wanted it, because if she didn't he'd likely combust on the spot.
She nodded her head. "I want this Fitz. God I want this."
He closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer of thanks. Without warning he thrust into her, hard. Her body lurched forward, but he grabbed her hips, pulling her back to him. He didn't move, though, allowing her body to adjust to his sudden intrusion.
She moaned in anticipation. Once he started moving he was relentless in his assault on her body. He felt so good inside of her that she lost all train of thought. If he asked her name she wouldn't be able to tell him. He moved one hand to her shoulder while the other continued to hold her hip.
"Touch yourself," he said, through clenched teeth. He didn't know if she just didn't hear him or if she was too lost in the moment to understand so he repeated himself. He let out a growl after she reached between her legs to play with her clit. "That's it, baby."
Suddenly he slowed down his strokes. His pace was teasingly slow, so slow that Olivia began to thrust her hips backwards, hoping he'd get the hint and move faster. Leaning down so that his chest was to her back, he picked up his pace again. Olivia couldn't take it and tried to scoot forward, crawling away from him. He wasn't having that. He crawled after her and wrapped an arm around tightly around her waist.
"No," he said. "Don't run."
She whimpered. His change in position allowed him to hit her spot at an angle that made her thighs start to quiver violently as she came. Fitz grit his teeth together. He was so close. When he finally released inside of her they both collapsed.
"Still want to talk?" she asked, panting between each word. Her eyes were closed, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"If you're up to it." He had a cocky grin on his face. He knew that she was likely tired due to the alcohol from earlier that evening plus their little stint just now.
She mumbled something incoherently, snuggling into his chest. He thought she was asleep until she started talking. What she said made him nearly homicidal with rage and if it weren't for her lying comfortably in his arms he might've actually hurt someone. That night he didn't sleep at all, replaying her words over and over in his head. He decided that he'd have to find a way to talk to her about talking in her sleep and what she revealed to him when she did.
A/n: Sooo, I left it here. I will warn you guys though, Jake will come up in the next chapter. I'm not sure just yet how active of a role I want him to have at the moment. He can either be a thing of the past that is mentioned, or he could show up. But regardless, he won't come between Olitz. They're my babies forever and ever. And I don't plan to split them up. At least not over something as irrelevant as Jake. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter!
**Oh and I want to say a personal thanks to the Guest Reviewer...LOL... who said my story isn't that good and whatever book I plan to write one day will be terrible. Seriously, I write for people like you boo. **