Fitz walked into his house throwing the keys onto the table and taking his jacket off He smelled like strawberries and vanilla, like her. He closed his eyes for a second letting out a strangled sigh, her body flashing through his mind.

"Harder please, Fuck Me, Fuck me Fitttttzzzzzzzz."

"Fitz You're home so late. How was work?" His wife Mellie said sweeping into the room with a wine glass and a book in her hand

"A couple of the other attorney's and I had to catchup on some work." He said walking past her.

"That's it beg me for it."

Did he really say that? He never knew such sentences could come out his mouth but then again he never knew he could do anything like that.

"Well, I just had the best day. I went to the mall with Sally, Linda's mother and she convinced me to buy this wonderful green dress that makes my eyes look fantastic." Mellie said following him up the stairs and into their bedroom. "And then we went to that little boutique on Weston and 57th-

And she kept talking but Fitz couldn't focus on anything she was saying. He was on auto pilot, his hands beginning the grueling ritual of undressing.

"Yes, Yes, harder I can't, oh my."

Her voice was ringing through his head. Her every moan, her every cry.

"Fitz honey? Are you listening to me?" Mellie said giving him a worried look.

"I am, I am I'm just tired and I really want to shower and go to bed." Fitz said sighing and going into the bathroom.

"Oh my you must. You can call in sick and I'll take off work tomorrow we can relax together-"She started to offer but he could feel his skin crawling in her presence and the last thing he wanted was her at his every move.

"No I'll be fine Hun, you go onto work." Fitz said closing the bathroom door and starting the shower.

"Are you sure?" She said at the door. He could hear the worry in her voice.

"I'm sure, I'll be fine, besides I don't want you to be behind because of me." Fitz said putting as much sincerity as he could into it. He peeled his shirt from his body. His chest was littered with red and purple marks. He sighed looking at himself in the mirror. He was back to this life. Back to being a shell of a man. A shell of who he used to be, and it seemed like the only time he was himself was in that moment. The way she was around him, near him, on him. That's when he felt alive. She made him feel alive. But he loved his wife. He was home now and he loved his wife.

"What about your wife, what would she think?"

"Don't worry about that."

Fitz shook his head stepping into the shower.

He loved his wife.

How could he have let it get so far? He wasn't the time who did random hook ups. But it was late and he tired so very tired. Not physically, if it was only physical he would have went home early and dived head first into bed. Instead he dove head first into her. Ambushing her in the elevator and leading her to his office where he-

"This is wrong."

"But who's here to see?"

He loved his wife.

Or at least he thought he did, but from the first moment he seen her, that woman that had him reserving himself... She'd been in his brain subconsciously and in the worse way. She was all smiles, all business, so strong, so independent, so beautiful. She had that look of determination in her eye that he used to have. He bet she didn't talk about clothes and shoes and dinner parties. She had actual conversation that involved politics and law changes and sometimes sports. She didn't fawn over celebrities and royal weddings.

She'd never questioned him until tonight. She usually took his judgment or commandments and rolled with it. She gave him advice when needed but ultimately new her place.

"You're the boss and I- I work for you, we can't"

"We can. Let me be the boss you just do what I tell you."

Beneath him. He wanted her broken beneath him. He wanted that strong-will and independence mewling his name and he got it, for a moment he got it.

He let out a strangled cry underneath the now burning hot spray of water, but the pain wasn't enough. It couldn't soothe him. Only knowing that he didn't force her into it. When she was just as guilty as him, only that could soothe him. Only she could soothe him.

But she wasn't his wife.

She was his co-worker. She was another lawyer at his firm. Someone he was supposed to have a professional relationship with but how could he be professional when her body was oh so-

He loved his wife.

She was superficial at times and maybe she looked at them more like she was in charge and he did the hard work rather than partners in life. Maybe she was vain and vindictive and an utter nuisance to be around.

"Olivia, Fuck this is perfect."

"Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

But He loved his wife.

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"Olivia, I'm sorry to disturb you put Mr. Grant wants to see you in his office."

Olivia looked up from her desk for a brief moment filling out more paperwork. The intern sat in her door way waiting expectantly.

"Tell Mr. Grant I'm busy prepping for the Raider case." Olivia said without looking up.

"Yes Miss Pope." Intern said walking away and shutting the door lightly.

She looked focused back on the paper work. Wanting to make sure everything was perfect. She'd never lost before and she wasn't going to start now. She was a pit bull in court going straight for the jugular. Or maybe a well-trained assassin going for the sneak-attack followed by a prompt kill. She'd heard it a couple ways.

"I'm Sorry again Miss Pope but Mr. Grant Insists he sees you. It's involving the Raider case." The intern sat wide eyed at her door.

She continued to the next page and stopped when she'd gotten nearly through.

"Come get me in 10 if I'm not already out, make like I have a meeting. I have a lot of work to do and I really don't want to be nagged all day by Grant." Olivia said walking to the door and out the intern hot on her heels.

"And make sure my 4 is moved to 3 I have an appointment at 5 and I have got to be out of here by 4:30 no later." She said stalking down the hall way. Waiting for the intern's confirmation.

"Quinn!" Olivia said curtly.

"I got it, move your meeting with Mr. Davis to 3," She said out of breath.

"And?" Olivia said stopping at Fitzgerald Grants door and turning toward her poor intern.

"And, and, Oh come and get you in 10." She said with a big smile actually surprised at herself for remembering.

"Good girl. You can break while I'm in but in 10 I expect to see your nervous little smile peeking through this door." Olivia said giving her a reassuring smile.

"Yes ma'am." Quinn said walking away.

Olivia took a breath before knocking at the door. She worked at one of the best law firms in California. She'd represented everyone from public officials to celebrities. She could handle herself under all sorts of pressure and antagony but the down side was that she worked for Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the 3rd. He was moody and curt and dropped good lawyers on a dime if he was displeased. Temperamental at times was the way her friend Abby put it. She'd been busting her hump for the last 3 years for this man and had really only met him twice, but she'd heard rumors. She'd heard the stories and let's just say the less you saw of Fitzgerald Grant the better.

"Come in." He sounded preoccupied and annoyed but he'd called her here.

"Mr. Grant." She said sweeping in.

"Ms. Pope, close the door." He said gruffly not looking up from his desk.

Olivia turned and closed the door and then shuffled to take a seat in front of him. She looked over the pictures on his desk waiting for him to speak. Why would he call her in if he was just going to sit and do work in front of her?

Her eyes floated over pictures of him as a young boy and then jumped to pictures of him on the baseball team in what looked like high school, a picture of him standing in front of the office building and a picture of him and his wife. Her eyes lingered on her for another moment before he finally spoke.

"Ms. Pope you are aware that we fired Mr. Chambers earlier this week?" He said still going over paper work.

"No sir I wasn't but I am now." She answered quickly.

Another one.

And another drop meant another hike in back up, slack work she'd have to do to take on half the cases Billy chambers had before he was fired.

"Good so you are prepared to stay late tonight and help Beene and myself with the extra load." He said still not looking at her.

"I have an appoi-"She started but he cut her off.

"Do you know why I chose you to help Beene and myself with the extra case loads." He said finally lifting his head to make eye contact with her. He'd be attractive if he wasn't so much of an asshole.

She sat still waiting for him to explain, she could feel his eyes burning through her.

"I chose you and not Harrison or Abby or Doyle because you have the ability to take on these other cases as well as finish your others, I head you were capable of doing it but if Cyrus was wrong let me know right now. I don't have time to deal with another half committed lawyer working for this firm. I'm not saying you aren't entitled to a life while working here but when we need all hands on deck we do mean all hands." His speech made her want to jump across the desk and choke him. Here he was, shut into his little office all day. He knew nothing of her life or the lives of the other workers. He probably chose her because her name was the first to pop into his head and he didn't care what she had going on he just expected her to leave her life and help clean up a mess he made.

"I understand." She said her teeth gritting. He could probably hear the seething rage in her voice but she didn't care. It was time he started treating the people who worked for him like people and not replaceable objects.

"So whatever appointment you have can wait?" He said look straight through her again.

"Yes sir, I just have to make a call it's easily schedulable." She said in the same tone. She kept eye contact with him. Not letting him intimidate her. Billy was good but nowhere as good as her. He couldn't afford to lose her.

"Good." His head falling back to the paperwork.

"Sorry Mr. Grant but Ms. Pope has a meeting." Quinn said peeking her head in. Olivia was never so thankful for the bubbly intern.

"Go." Was all he said and she rolled her eyes before walking out his office making sure to close the door just short of slamming.

"How'd it go?" Quinn said following her back to her office.

"I'm staying late to help with chambers cases." She said rolling her eyes.

"What happened to chambers?" Quinn said worriedly.

"Guess." Olivia said sitting back at her desk.

"Another one? Jesus." Quinn said leaning against the door. "What about that appointment?" She asked looking to Olivia.

Olivia put her head in her hands. Taking a breath.

"Call Jake, tell him I can't make it tonight, you know what never mind I'll just call him myself. Can you go and get a list of the cases chambers was working so I can get an idea of how long I have to be here with that insufferable prick tonight?" Olivia said smiling sadly at Quinn.

"Anything else?" Quinn offered up in a sorry kind of tone.

"Yeah a noose. So I can end it now." Olivia said taking her hands off her head and getting back to paper work.

"One noose it is." Quinn said laughing.

Olivia couldn't help a small laugh from creeping up.

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"I know you put a lot of time into Jake." Olivia said whispering on the phone beside the main conference room.

"Not only time if you catch my drift Olivia, I took off work for this and everything." He said practically whining into the phone.

"I know but what am I supposed to do? I can't not show up. They need all hands on deck." Olivia said thinking back to the conversation she had with Fitz.

"You mean he needs all hands on deck, which he wouldn't even need if he stopped firing so many people, Tell him you're sick or something." He tried pleading with her.

"I can't I already said I would be there but tomorrow definitely." She said hoping he'd agree.

"I can't they need me for a heart surgery tomorrow and my shift doesn't end until 11. Besides I couldn't get reservations for this week if I wanted too. We've been on that waiting list since,"

"November. I know." Olivia finished. "I'm so sorry Jake." She said again.

"It's fine Olivia. I'm just wondering when you'll wise up and find another firm to go to. You've got the skill to go anywhere." Jake offered hoping she'd take his advice.

"Yeah but I won't have a referral if I just up and leave and then what? I've wasted all these years here just to start all over from the bottom?" Olivia said seeing Fitz and Cyrus round the corner.

"I have to go." She said quickly. "I'm sorry again." She said before hanging up.

"Boyfriend?" Cyrus asked her quietly, as Fitz opened the doors to the conference room.

"Yep." Olivia said shortly looking over the stack of files lying on the table;

"He tell you to quit?" Cyrus laughed sitting to the end of the table.

"Everyday." Olivia said with a short smile, before Fitz turned around that cold look in his eye.

"Let's get to work." He said loosening his tie.

2 hours had passed and Olivia could feel herself at the breaking point with Fitz. Cyrus was trying to keep everything Civil but Olivia didn't know how much longer she could hold her tongue. He'd been throwing problems at them and they would need to come back with quick intelligent responses.

"Is there something you want to say Ms. Pope?" Fitz asked her again for the 5th time.

Olivia dug her nails into her palms and bit her tongue.

"No sir, Cyrus can you hand me the Jenkins file?" Olivia said giving him an angry look. He pleaded with her silently to stay clam handing her the file.

"Thank you." She hissed grabbing the file and looking it over.

"Fitz, it's getting to be that time." Cyrus said trying to get them out again. He'd been trying to diffuse the situation but it wasn't working so the next best thing was try and get them to leave early.

"Unless you feel like doing this again tomorrow Cy, we don't leave until we are sure that there are no mess ups in this defense." Fitz sad not looking up from the papers he was reading over.

Olivia rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that night and letting out her millionth sigh. She wanted to see Jake. He'd been working night after night at the hospital and she'd barely seen him in 3 months. It was his only day off this week and probably this month. It was 10:30 and she was sitting in the conference room of a place that officially closed at 6.

"Ms. Pope Can I see you outside?" Fitz said looking toward her.

Olivia looked like a kid who had been caught in the cookie jar. Cyrus winced as she stood up and followed Fitz out.

Fitz closed the door behind him turning to her.

"Is there a problem?" Fitz said staring directly at her.

Olivia tried to look anywhere but his face. She didn't want to see those cold judgmental eyes and the hard pressed expression on his face. She imagined that's what Billy and the rest of the poor souls saw before they were 'Let go'.

"Is there a problem? Are you deaf or are you-" She stopped him mid-sentence. Enough was enough. She knew when to bite her tongue and take it but there was only so much one person could take before they snapped.

"You are the problem. How dare you keep me and Cyrus here for this ungodly amount of time to do slack work that wouldn't be slack work if you didn't fire people every other week, I like this job. I have no problem doing this job, I'm good at this job and I'm busting my ass for you. We all are and all you can do is criticize and throw more work on us! I'm trying I really am but I don't know what you want from me." Olivia said huffing. It felt so good to get it all out finally.

Fitz turned around and stuck his head inside the conference room. She couldn't hear what he was saying but when he turned back at her the cold look was gone. Replaced with what looked like fury. She wanted to blanch. Her first instinct was to tell him off again but her second was to plead to keep her job. He grabbed her arm leading her toward the elevators.

"Where are we going?" She said trying to yank from him but he was indescribably strong in this moment.

"My office." He said his voice low and rough. She gulped giving into the urge to talk her way out of this. She really did like her job and if it meant she would have to pull doubles and triples she would do it to keep it. It didn't matter if she could get on anywhere else, this was the place to be. There was no up from here.

"This is ridiculous," she said as she stepped into the elevator with him. "If you're going to fire me you could have done it-"she started but was abruptly stopped as he slammed her against the wall his mouth on hers.

She barely had time to think let alone speak. He was on her his tongue in her mouth and hands on her body. She should've pushed away, she should've slapped him and sued him for all her was worth but she closed her eyes and kissed him back just as fiercely as he kissed her. There was so much anger in the kiss she could almost taste it, anger and desperation. Her hands clawed at his suit jacket. Teeth gnashing and lip biting she barely registered the elevator dinging, when it did she shoved him away.

Wiping her mouth she stumbled out the elevator looking back at him with an incredulous look.

He was huffing, fury still in his cold blue eyes. He had the most treacherous look on his face. He pushed out of the elevator grabbing her arm and pulling her with him to his office.

There were no words. She couldn't force one thing to come out. Her mind became a labyrinth of thoughts she was lost inside. All she could register was his office door slamming shut. He was against it and she was as far away from him as she could get stopping short of bumping into his desk.

Looked back to her, stalking toward her like a predator to his prey. He was on her again in no time and this time she had the strength to resist him. She pushed him away and looked up at him.

"This is wrong." She said her hands coming to her lips. They were still burning from the interaction.

"But who's here to see?" He said with a devious grin discarding his jacket and throwing it to the floor. Her heart skipped another beat. She felt boxed in. She moved around the room away from him. She figured if she kept moving he wouldn't have the chance to engulf her.

"You're the boss and I- I work for you, we can't" She said backing herself in a corner. There were a million things running through her mind and as much as her brain denied the attraction her body was on fire. A blazing inferno. But this wasn't right. This shouldn't happen.

"We can. Let me be the boss you just do what I tell you." Fitz said finally reaching her. His hands raveled up her arms and around to her back before he hurtled her into him, his lips seizing hers once more.

Olivia felt like she was floating outside of her body. Her lips were moving and her hands were latching onto his chest and his back but her mind was still going.

'Stop this Olivia, you aren't some wanton whore. You aren't this girl. He has a wife.'

Olivia stopped him once more, shaking her head.

"Stop fighting it Olivia." Fitz said his hands sliding down her body to the front of her plaited skirt until he reached panty hose and then back up bunching the thing in one hand. The thumb of the other hand rubbing suggestively against her.

Olivia let out a desperate sigh. It'd been a long time. With Jake working and her job, things in the bedroom weren't exactly regular.

"What about your wife, what would she think?" She let burst from her mouth. There was a long pause. Maybe that was a failsafe maybe that would finally stop him and she could scramble out of here and forget it ever happened. She will was strong but it wasn't nearly as strong as she thought it was.

"Don't worry about that." He said finally surprising her. He cupped her sex through her stockings and she couldn't help the clipped moan that broke free from her throat. He groped and rubbed her until she was practically riding his hand. She was wet, no drenched. It was seeping through her thin lace panties and the sheer panty hose. She'd never been more embarrassed and turned on at the same time. She was acting like a slut, but it felt so good. No one had ever touched her like he dared touch her.

"There we go, there we go." He said his voice field with delight and approval. "You want this don't you?" He said his finger pressing up and hitting her clit dead on. Olivia let out a breathy gasp, she doubled over her hands holding onto his shoulders for stability and her legs trying to keep his hand from leaving her.

She looked up at him, his eyes watching her immodestly. He had a gleam in his eyes enjoyment mixed with mischief. She looked away her face twisted with pleasure as roughly palmed her.

"You like that don't YOU?" He asked again beginning to pull away.

"Yes, yes, yes." The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them. Fitz moved his hand yanking the stockings downs her legs. Her legs spread apart while his hand slid over her soaking wet underwear.

"Louder" he said curtly two fingers assaulting her clit.

"YES." She said groaning out. She was close. She'd never came from just heavy petting but damn if she wasn't close and she was letting him do what he wanted.

He slipped two fingers inside of her stretching her deliciously and she came. Her body clenching around his thick fingers. It started in her abdomen and rippled through her entire body until she was leaned against the wall, her stockings halfway down her legs and his fingers still inside her.

He pulled them out slowly waiting until she opened her eyes before he popped one into his mouth. He licked the digit clean his eyes never leaving hers. She could barely catch her breath and he was making the ache come back full force.

"Taste." He said gruffly. She opened her mouth as he slid his finger on her tongue. She sucking it hard before moving back and running her tongue all around it. She looked at him like he did her, her eyes never leaving his. All hope of stopping, all hope in general, was lost.

He pulled his hand back and finished ripping the panty hose off her legs, she kicked her shoes off becoming a full 4 inches shorter then him. She'd never realized how tall he was.

He grabbed her by the hips her legs wrapping around his waist and her mouth attaching to his.

She heard a series of clattering while she floated him his arms but she was too busy fighting with his tongue for dominance.

She was sitting on his desk before she knew it. H was between her naked legs the bulge in his slacks too evident. She went to work on his belt sliding it roughly through the loops, then her nimble fingers zoned in on the buttons of his shirt. She popped each one opening it up to a broad chest and a toned stomach. She ran her hands up and then clawed her way down all while never leaving his lips.

She broke away leaning up to place kisses and bites on his chest trailing down to where her hands were undoing the button to his pants and shucking them down his legs. She pulled back when her hands were at the hem of his boxers. She slowly pulled them down, her eyes following the happy trail to his bobbing full member. She subconsciously licked her lips.

Tried to wrap her hand around it barely making it. She squeezed tightly a couple times until he was bucking into her hands. If she wasn't wet before she was sopping now. The ache was back double time. All she could think about was this, him fucking her to no end and by the look in his eye that's all he was thinking as well.

She moved her hands off of him, looking up at him. She scooted toward the edge of the desk opening her legs for him. She left her own hand slip between her thighs and into her panties to play with herself making sure he watch. Before she could slip her finger in, he grabbed her wrist slinging it away, his hand wrapping around his engorged erection and leading it to her awaiting entrance.

He slid in slow at first. Olivia was stretched to her limit letting out a yelp as he filled her completely. He pulled back and pushed back in again this time faster. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk for steadiness as he began to hammer into her.

She could hear the desk creaking and squeaking from his erratic thrusts but she didn't care.

"Fuck, Fuck." She let out her head thrown back as he plowed into her over and over. It was so hard, so rough, and so good. Whatever stress he was under, whatever was making him be such a dick the pent up anger or annoyance whatever it was he banging it into her with every thrust and god could she feel it.

He let out a grunt when she wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer. Her hands moved from the side of the desk to his shoulders claw and grasp on for dear life.

Fitz, Fitz please." She said she could feel it coming. Oh it was coming and it was probably going to be the best one of her life.

He pulled out. She almost crashed onto the desk, her heart hammering and her breathing way out of control. Her lifted her again like she was nothing and turning her around. She leaned over the desk grinding her ass against him. His hands stilled her hips as he savagely tore her panties off. She let out a surprised breath and in the next instance he was in her.

He was so deep this way. Pumping in and out of her. Over and Over and Over.

"Fuck!" She said her body snapping back toward him her hands clawing at anything they could reach.

"SO tight, fuck Olivia. You're so tight, so wet." He let out in a panting voice. He had a vice grip on her hips and the desk was moving every thrust toward the wall, everything that once was on scattered about the floor.

"I- Fitz, I-"Olivia tried to get out. She was about to cum. She needed to cum, her body was wound up so tight.

"Not yet baby." He said with a sharp smack to her ass. She let out a pleasured yelp her body clenching around him.

"Did you like that?" His voice was condescending and sexy at the same time. It didn't make sense, but she couldn't focus anyway so it didn't matter. She was about to fall off the edge with his name on her lips.

He slapped her again and she let out a mewl her back arching.

"I SAID, did you like that?" He repeated giving her a long deep stroke.

She couldn't help but moan out.

"Yes." She finally said not recognizing her own voice. It sounded like a mixture between pleasure and pain.

"That's yes sir." He said whispering in her ear making her shiver. "I'm the boss remember?" He said speeding back up.

Olivia's hand was balled in a fist her nails digging into her palm. God he was rotating his hips while entering and giving her a little slap when he exited. She bouncing back on his like her life depended on it. She'd never fucked so wild.

"Harder please, Fuck Me, Fuck me Fitttttzzzzzzzz." She slammed her fist against the desk urging him to take her there. To please get her there. She wanted to sob.

"That's it beg me for it." He said his voice back in her ear. She let out a yell as he started a slower rhythm keeping her just from touching the stars.

"Please Fitz, Please I-need, I have to-" She said incoherently.

"I know what you want Olivia, ask me for it." He said. If she was in her right state of mind she would have slapped him for such cockiness but damn if he didn't have her purring like a kitten.

"I-I can't." She said trying hard to form words. She couldn't think when he was rotating his hips and hitting her center dead on.

"Yes, you can." He said his chest pressing against her back as he spoke in her ear. "Ask me for it. I'll give it to you Olivia. Just ask me." He said pushing off of her.

"Please m-m-make me, c-c-can I, Oh go make me CUM." She said finally. How did he expect her to think when he was placing kisses on her neck and down her shoulder.

He kissed her shoulder one last time before slamming into her picking up his pace.

"YES- YES- YES." Olivia said pressing back toward him. 'I'm so close, I'm-" She cried out.

"Olivia, Fuck this is perfect." He grunted above her but she could barely hear him. Her moans mixed with the sound of her fist pounding on the desk, the same rate he was pounding into her.

"Don't stop. Don't ever stop." She said lost in the moment as she fell over the cliff. He back snapped into an arch her hips vigorously recoiling. She stilled her mouth opening and closing like a fish but no sound coming out. Her eyes closed tightly, he body enjoying as close to heaven as it'd probably get.

Fitz pushed into her 3 maybe 4 more times but she was to busy enjoying the aftershocks before he finally calmed.

He moved away from her pulling his pants up.

Olivia turned ignoring the soreness she voided looking at him as she grabbed up her shoes and everything else that was left of her outfit. He was shuffling around the office picking up what he didn't break in their manic actions.

She looked over toward him one last time before leaving his office losing the door softly. Way different then earlier that day. She made her way down the hall fixing herself as much as she could incase Cyrus was still down stairs but she doubted he was.

Her head was spinning and her body was thrumming.

She was taking all of this better then she thought she would. She hadn't broken down in the middle of the hallway yet and she made it to the elevator and through the ride without screaming. Her head was held high as stopped by the conference room and grabbing up her bag. She walked out to the deserted parking lot with her car and the black BMW she knew could only be his.

She threw her tattered clothing and shoes into her car and cranked up before he came out. She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to stare awkwardly at each other. She just wanted to go home. Her eyes were getting watery and she wiped at them violently making the green lights look like green blurbs.

Finally she made it home and put her car in park. She took a couple deep breaths preparing herself to get out the car but instead broke down.

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