Unrequited

Chapter 8

Flustered by the lingering feel of her body against his, Elliot's feet shuffle back and forth at the elevator. When the doors open he stands motionless and watches them close.

No.

Not this time.

Her body had responded to him and he wanted to finish what they started. He turns on his heels and heads back to her apartment, knocking furiously. She answers the door in a short pale pink satin robe. It's been two minutes max since he left and he doesn't know how she changed so quickly but he doesn't care. He seizes her mouth, silencing her faint protests.

"El," she pants weakly.

But it's too late.

Her robe is open baring her nude body, and his body pins hers against the wall.

"I want you so much," he growls as she unfastens his belt. No sooner than his pants hit the ground are her hands holding his warm length in her hands, massaging his already painfully hard erection.

It's their first time and it should be more romantic than this but he can't help himself. She wraps her legs around his waist and he lifts her up against the wall sinking into her instantly.

They exhale. Her face contorts with a mixture of pleasure and pain before her foot nudges into his bare ass urging him on. He begins to move and the feel of her velvet insides is enough to send him flying over the edge already. She's silk, smooth and everything he imagined she would be. Their earlier attempts not to wake up Noah are shot to hell now.

Olivia screams his name in ecstasy and beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as he continues to push inside her.

"Please. El," she begs.

"Dad?"

"El I'm coming."

"Dad wake up!"

Elliot jerks awake, the heavy blankets on the couch pooling around his waist thankfully hiding his bulging erection from his oldest daughter standing over him.

"Dad are you ok?"

Startled, he looks around trying to make sense of where he is and what happened.

It was a dream.

He is on his couch sleeping. Despite the fact that he can almost smell her on him, it was all a dream.

Maureen watches him closely, the concern etched on her face. "Were you having a nightmare?"

He closes his eyes and sighs in relief. At least he wasn't doing anything that gave away that he was dreaming about fucking his old partner. "No, I'm fine. Just some uhhh....I don't even remember the dream anymore."

Pressing the heel of his hand in his eye to help steady his thoughts, he carefully shifts his body placing his legs on the floor but keeping the blanket over his lap so he won't give himself away. "How long have you been here? What time is it?"

"Well it's almost 11. It's not like you to sleep in and you weren't answering your phone," she explains while walking to the kitchen to start the coffeemaker. "So I let myself in. I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by."

"Is that so?"

"Yep."

The cell on his desk lights up and he has a few other missed notifications. A text and missed call from Kathy, a text from Maureen and one from Pippa.

Nothing from Olivia.

"Why don't you have anything in your fridge?" Maureen shuts the fridge door in frustration and pulls two of his three coffee mugs from the cupboard.