First Day

Summary: Some fluff and smut.

The work day had been very productive. Who knew that working as a marketing analyst at a large architectural company would make her so happy? While she had a feeling that getting to do something she enjoyed was a promise she was still very leery about working for Grant and Co. Construction. They were in the process of rebranding their company since the older founding Grant had retired and the son, Fitzgerald Grant III, had taken over. So far from what she can tell, the change had been well received. All of the employees seemed to be very loyal and hardworking.

Olivia was just gathering her Kate Spade's navy blue and red tote, ready to leave for the day, when the phone at her desk started ringing. Immediately, a smile formed on her face at the phone extension flashed on the clear display. She answered with a chipper, professional tone, "Thank you for calling Grant and Co. this is Olivia, how may I be of assistance to you?"

The voice on the other end of the call seemed happy to oblige and provided a quick answer to her question. "I need to see you in my office."

"Sir, I was just leaving for the day, can it not wait?" She bit her bottom lip from smiling too much.

"I'm afraid not. And besides, you do not want to disappoint your boss." With that, the call ended with a click. Shaking her head, she looked around at the mostly deserted space she shared with two others, grabbed her belongings and headed to the elevator, which led her all the way to the top floor.

When she arrived at her boss's office, the clear walls revealed his tall stature as he sat in his high wingback leather chair — that she was sure he spent a great deal on — with his feet crossed on his oversize desk, he was in a position of relaxation. Even though he was sitting, he commanded an immeasurable amount of presence. The way his shoulders filled out in his charcoal suit and his handsome face with the five o' clock shadow beckoned her towards him all had mesmerizing effects, but it had more to do with his temperance. She found that when he was there he was all there and you needed not to question it. And right then, his blue eyes were intently trained on her through the clear wall. He called out for her to enter when she got close to the dark door, the only solid part of the wall.

On the other side of the door, she was greeted with a smile, "So, how was your first day? Not bad, eh?"

She returned the smile, "not bad…"

"Good, because I pride myself on being a good employer."

She continued to smile at that as she walked closer to his expansive desk. She noticed some building plans unfolded on the table and couldn't help thinking that he had been pouring over them all day.

Her tote bag snugly tucked against her left side as she sat slightly on the desk. "So, let me ask you this, Mr. Grant? Do you pay such careful attention to all new hires? Invite them to your office, buy them lunch? Or, is this just for me?"

He smirked in return, tapping two of his long digits on the arm of his chair. A few seconds passed as he continued to eye her before he stated, "While I do care about my employees, I have to say that I've taken a special interest in you. Hope that's okay?" He didn't wait for her to respond; instead, he removed his feet from his desk, pushed back his chair and strode towards her.

"Is that okay?" He questioned again, making eye contact with her. Olivia bit her bottom lips from laughing because he was such an adorable dork.

Eventually, she said, "I guess… although I won't want everyone to know that the boss favors me."

Fitz closed the gap between them and she was forced to look up at him as he towered over her despite her three-inch heels. Now at least four inches apart, he returned, "I think they already know that."

"Is that so?" She raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Mmhm." He moved closer to her, she could now feel his body pressing into her and it felt so delicious. So strong and masculine, the outline of his muscles could be felt through the fabric of his clothing. His cologne, a wonderful blend of spices and the ocean filled her nostrils and she practically melted in his arms. However, it was his deep baritone voice that did her in as he continued talking. "I think they all know that I have eyes for you. And normally, I don't move so fast but there's something about you that I can't just shake. You're beautiful, Olivia." His voice was so dreamy when he called her beautiful and she was practically teeming with lust.

"Shut up and kiss me!" She shocked herself a little at her demand. Fortunately, Fitz wasn't, as he swiftly connected their lips together in a slow and sensual kiss that started out without tongue, until he took it up a notch and held onto the back of her head, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless. "Woo," Olivia breathed, feeling lightheaded and intoxicated when the kiss ended for some much-needed oxygen. She saw in his eyes a mirror of her desire and without much thought she swiftly and carefully detached her tote and pushed it towards the opposite end of the desk along with the building plans.

"Did everyone leave for the day?" She asked, already having an idea of her own.

"Yes." Fitz seemed to have the same idea as he began taking off his suit jacket before working on loosening his tie. Olivia, on the other hand, took a comfortable seat at the edge of the desk, hiking up the end of her plum sheath dress as she spread her legs wide to accommodate him. Fitz resumed his earlier position as he locked lips with her, kissing her passionately and deeply, her moans he swallowed whole as the beginning formation of his erection was pressed into her center. Her hands roamed all over his sinewy back and landed on his firm bum, pulling him closer as if that was possible. The desire in the air was so thick that it consumed them. A fire burned deep inside begging to be fed, to be quenched. This continued for a few more minutes until Fitz snaked his hands into her sodden silk undies, fondling with her sex. She tried tempering her moans by biting down on her bottom lip but the sensation was much too pleasurable for her to control them. And when two of his long digits sunk into her quim, all sensible rationale went out the window as she threw her head back and began grinding on his hand. Her fluid running down his fingers and making a small mess on the desktop.

"You look so sexy right now," Fitz grunted, his rhythmic action causing her to tremble but Olivia was too caught up in her own pleasure to answer him. He reconnected their lips together before moving down to her neck and began nibbling on it. Her neck was one of the most sensitive areas on her body, so to have him touch her there had her teetering on the edge of release. Goosebumps formed on her skin and her eyes shut tight as she reveled in the feeling of his fingers making quick work inside her and with the addition of his thumb circling her engorged clit, she knew she wasn't too far from orgasming. But the heady feeling of being so turned on made her want to stave off her release. If she could freeze time, it would be this moment on a continuous loop. Unfortunately, Fitz had other plans because with the added pressure on her clit and his curved digits hitting her G-spot she was mewling and begging for a release. Moments later, her body went stiff as her walls involuntarily contracted around his fingers, her toes curled painfully inside of her shoes - waves of incredible pleasure coursed through her body in ripples, which Fitz aided in prolonging as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. It was incredible, cathartic and mind blowing. Who knew that fingerfucking was a good way to end your first day?

Breathless and spent she was as he removed his digits from her center and placed them into his mouth, sucking them off with a satisfied groan. She knew that they were nowhere done, and despite feeling drained, a slow burn of desire began rebuilding in her center as she helped him out of his pants by lowering his zipper and pulling him through the opening of his boxer brief. His cock was rigid and warm in the palm of her hands. The mushroom tip of his penis was already glistening with precum and she wanted to do nothing more than to sink on the floor and take him into her mouth, but he had other plans. When his previous task of sucking off her juice was finished, he removed himself from her palm, giving himself two quick pumps before saying, "I can't wait." She heard the urgency in his voice and reciprocated with action by reopening her legs wide and pulling her panty to the side so that he was given an uninterrupted access to her pussy. Once again, he wasted no time as he sunk inch by glorious inch into her tight and wet pussy.

"Fuck," he breathed when she contracted around him. She could tell that he was already staggering towards the end when she reached into his pants to pull out and fondle with his balls. They were heavy and pulled close to his body. But the desire to be deeper inside of her, caused Fitz to wrap his arms around the underside of her legs, pulling her into a 70-degree angle so that his strokes went deeper. The change in position made Olivia scream out and she prayed that no one would return to the top floor and hear her fucking her boss. But in that moment even if someone had walked in on them, she doubted whether she could stop. It felt so fantastic to be filled to the brim with his cock. He was the perfect girth and to feel all of his veins and ridges pressing against her inner walls had her feeling intoxicated beyond words.

Somehow, Fitz found a way to get one of her breasts out of the top of her dress and began ravishingly sucking on it. Their hips continued to move in tangent, creating a frenzy smacking sound of skin slapping against each other. The sound also aided in the thick, amorous atmosphere.

Olivia felt that familiar tingling anew deep inside and knew that she wasn't that far away from orgasming again. It hadn't even been five minutes and she was already unraveling at the seams. But the way in which he was loving and fucking her body made it easier for her to cum and keep cumming.

"Fuck, babe,I'm gonna cum, you there yet?" His deep voice called out breathless mid-stroke, which was coming quicker and shorter.

"Yes, yes," Olivia cried when he began rubbing her clit again.

"Good." And with that, he began hammering into her as his fingers continued to massage her clit. Before she could brace herself for the impact her legs started trembling as her orgasm reverberated throughout her body, causing her walls to clamor down onto his cock, which had a rippling effect of taking him over the precipice with her. She felt his warm semen paint her walls lavishly as he grunted out how good she felt. Seconds passed until their bodies had climbed down from its high. A few more seconds passed with them panting and still joint together.

It was Olivia who first spoke, "luckily, you're my husband or else I'd have to report you for sexual harassment at the workplace." She chuckled and so did her husband of five years.

"Lucky me. And here you were so afraid to come work for me. It's a nice perk of the job, huh?"

She nodded in agreement and held onto his handsome face so that his clear eyes can focus on her. "Listen to me and listen to me good, Grant, do not expect that this will be a regular thing." She contracted around his softening member for emphasis.

"Of course," his cheeky reply didn't bode well with her because she knew he was only going to take it as a challenge. But she was adamant about it. Even though she was the boss's wife she still wanted to be treated fairly even though sex in his office was nice. Too nice… Her leaking center stopped her response. Instead, she had to refocus on cleaning up the mess they'd created. With a quick instruction to him to grab the baby wipes from her purse, she proceeded to do just that.

One hour later, they were strolling into their two-story Kirkland, Washington house that had a great view of the Seattle skyline. While they worked in the city they enjoyed living on the outskirts with their fourteen-months-old daughter, Saran Naomi Grant, her first named meant joy and that was what they felt every time they saw her.

As soon as they entered through the front door, Olivia heard her mother who also served as their nanny, tell Saran that her parents were home. Soon after they heard her excited giggles and her little feet running towards them. "Mama, mama" she called out as her mother was the first person she laid eyes on when she entered the living room. Olivia was so happy with this new development in her life that she was now being addressed as more than "da da". Olivia scooped up her beautiful little chubs in her pink and white polka dotted dress; her caramel complexion a perfect mixture of her parents, her brown eyes ever bright and curious and she had the cutest pair of dimples whenever she smiled. She was smitten with this little girl and never thought she could love anyone as fiercely and completely like how she loved her husband. But the day when she learned of her unexpected pregnancy, she was over the moon happy. They weren't trying but life had a way of working out differently. And Saran was the best surprise ever.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Fitz called from behind his wife. Immediately, Saran's head darted over her mother's shoulder to see her father, which caused her to break out into an overzealous excitement as she began clapping and chanting. "dada dada." Olivia shook her head and passed her onto her father. She knew she couldn't win when Fitz was around. The bond he has with their little girl was so beautiful that at first Olivia used to cry because it was something she didn't have with her father and she vowed to herself since she was a teenager that whenever it was time for her to procreate that it would be with a man who would love their child unconditionally. And she was happy to say that she found that with Fitz. Seeing him love on Saran made her fall deeper for him.

Her mother, Sharon, snuck up beside her and whispered, "told you it's time you made that son," after seeing the earlier exchange between her daughter and granddaughter.

Olivia shook her head at her mother, thinking how crazy she was. Because just coming off of a two-year maternity leave she wasn't ready for another one. She couldn't possibly handle two children anytime soon. But she did want one more but sometime in the future, like three years from now.

"Haha, you have jokes, mom," Olivia said, giving her a side hug.

"I'm just saying. Anyways, sweetheart, I have to go. I have bible study at the church. Oh, I was able to start a slow roast for you in the crockpot and it should be ready in another two hours. Laundry is done and neatly folded, you just need to put them away."

"Mom…" Olivia groaned although she was very appreciative. "You didn't have to do this. Remember we agreed for you to only look after Saran?"

"I know but what else am I supposed to do when she falls asleep?"

"Sleep…" Olivia suggested and they fell into a shared laughter. Olivia knew that sleep was the last thing her mother would do. From being raised by a single parent, she knew her hard her mother worked to provide for her. Having not gone to college herself, she made it possible for her daughter to. Olivia had great respect for her mother and she was happy to have her in her life and her daughter's life. Since retiring a year ago, her mother suggested that she cared for Saran when she and Fitz were not there and neither Fitz nor Olivia opposed. They believed it was best for her to spend her formative years at home before being transplanted into preschool rather than having her go to a daycare. So it was a win-win. They knew that their daughter was in good hands and Sharon was happy to fill her day with activities that would make her feel helpful.

Fitz also hugged his mother-in-law before bidding her goodbye with Saran in his arms blowing her grandmother kisses. "Bye, baby! Love you!" Sharon called from the door

"Wuv you," Saran parroted.

Olivia came over and gave her daughter's cheek a light pinch, "good job, mama!" Her daughter reveled in the praise and was beginning to stretch for her. "Nah uh, stay with your daddy. Mommy is going and take a shower."

"Mommy's had a dirty day," Fitz chimed in and Olivia rolled her eyes, feigning offense.

"Please don't corrupt my child, Fitzgerald."

"What? I'm only stating facts here," he snickered.

"Bye." She held up her hand dismissively before strutting towards the stairs. As she made her way up the wooden platform, she heard Fitz commenting about Saran's dirty diaper.

"Wipes are in my tote," she called out.

"I remember!" she listened to his reply and just like that she was transported earlier to the time in his office. How multifunctional was baby wipes, she thought with a satisfied smirk.

Author's Note: Sorry I haven't been updating but honestly, I've been really busy with school. Like that is my only excuse and I am channeling all of my energy and efforts into it. This idea came to me yesterday and since I woke up at 1:30 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep, I thought it would be nice to just write, so here you have it. I hope you enjoyed this little drabble. Please don't forget to review. It would be greatly appreciated.

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