His Possession (OLITZ /Scandal - short stories)

Scandalous Conversations

A/N: Olitz is keeping it hot. More to come...

XXX❤️

"Hi..." He called her after his meeting had concluded. He sat back casually at his desk in the Oval Office.

"Hi..." she said, closing the refrigerator in her apartment.

"Can I ask you something..."

"Of course...anything..."

"What are wearing?"

"Really Fitz, calling me asking me what I'm wearing, you sound like a pervert."

"I sound like a pervert? The way you talked to me last night would make a porn star blush."

"That was in the heat of passion."

"That was sexy as fuck. Do it again."

"Where are you, Fitz?"

"Waiting on the Canadian Prime Minister, I think the veal scallopini gave him indigestion, so the second half of the meeting may be postponed."

"So, you're bored."

"And horny..."

"I'm hanging up now."

"Liv don't!"

"So, you want me to talk dirty, to you while you wait on the Prime Minister?"

"I just wanna hear your, voice sexy baby. What are you doing right now?"

"I wrapped up with the group and presented their assignments, now I'm home making dinner."

"What are you making?"

"Just a Cobb salad and a glass of wine..."

"What do you put in your Cobb salad?"

"Wow, you really are bored, aren't you?"

"Anything to keep you talking, your voice is so damn sexy."

"Well, I have a vintage Merlot, which I used to make a nice red wine and raspberry vinaigrette dressing. I used iceberg, watercress, and Romaine lettuce. I'm slicing tomatoes now. Then I'll add some chives, blue cheese a hard-boiled egg crumble. After that, I'll toss in some chicken breast; oh yeah, and an avocado."

"Damn woman, that sounds good!"

"Better than the steak and Au Gratin potatoes I made you last night?"

"Well, nothing is better than your sirloin steak and super creamy potatoes Liv."

"Thanks, baby, I'm glad you like my cooking."

"You're a great cook, but your sweet, honey dessert is what I crave."

"I knew this conversation wouldn't stay casual for long."

"You have that effect on me, sexy lady. Are you barefoot in the kitchen?"

"Yes, and I'm only wearing a white silk robe."

"With nothing on underneath?"

"Nothing..."

"Oh, baby...! Can I come over tonight?"

"I don't think so, I know that Cyrus will keep you well past midnight and I have to meet with my client before her flight at eight in the morning."

"That gives me plenty of hours to make mad, passionate love to you."

"I'm really hanging up now."

"You wouldn't."

"I will if you keep this nonsense up."