Executive Orders

CH 12 | Serving At the Pleasure of the President

Chapter 12

Fitz used one foot to shift his chair aside while he continued to press Olivia backwards. He didn't stop until her body was pressed against the desk's edge and his body was pressed against hers.

"And I think it's obvious what I know I'm doing." Fitz's chuckle was purposefully and wonderfully wicked. The lower basso in his voice sent shivers through Olivia, flooding her body with a sudden wet heat. She could feel his arousal against her and it fueled her own.

One hand slipped between their bodies, unbuttoning her jacket, then both hands began to slide it from her body, revealing the simple white silk camisole she wore beneath. fingers trailing softly against her skin, leaving traceries of heat dancing along every nerve.

A sudden, surprised gasp escaped her as Fitz's hands found her hips. Fitz lifted her up easily, setting her firmly onto the desk. Before she could move or react, he was hard and ready between her thighs.

His hands reached for her again, this time cupping themselves under her ass and pulling her hard against him as he began a slow grind against her core.

His mouth trailed a hot, moist path to her ear. "I'm glad you wore a skirt today - just like you were told."

The sexy baritone of command in his words collided with his touch, scorching a fresh blossom of heat in her. Olivia's head fell back helplessly as Fitz's lips trailed a hot, moist path to her ear, finding found that spot behind her ear that always made her - oh, yes YES - tingle, and made it hard for her to breathe.

Breathing was a thing that has always been overrated. And so the words that left her lips were forced to serve as a substitute, an exhale of rising pleasure, her inhale a whisper of sharp delight, both playing out between every word she spoke. "I - serve - ohhhh, yes, Fitz - at - the - pleasure - of - the - president."

"Mmmhmm." The sound of his rough groan of approval flooded her senses.

"Fitz..." His words made the hot shivers and trembles between her thighs shift into a deepening throbbing that spread like molten fire through her veins as Fitz worked his familiar magic. "I - I thought it was just so you could stare at my legs during the briefing..."

"I do like staring at your legs during briefings. But I like being between your legs even more." Fitz was sliding his hands up and down her bare thighs, pushing her skirt higher with each pass, his touch sure and warm, making it almost impossible for her to think. And all the while his hips were moving against hers, his thickness sliding against her most sensitive spot, sending ever rising waves of pleasure through her.

"What do you think you can do in less than sixty minutes?" Olivia wasn't sure that she'd last sixty seconds; her body was responding to his body the way it always did, her warmth turning to heat, her insides slowly but surely turning incandescent with need.

"As much as you'll let me." Fitz slid his hands against her flesh with intent. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and tugged at them, smiling as she raised her hips allowing him to slide them down.

Her breath caught in her throat as he purposefully paused midway - their eyes made contact, deep grey-blue meeting luminous brown, both filled with desire.

"Do you remember what I told you I'd do the next time I had you here?" he demanded.

"How could I forget?" she breathed, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

"Good girl."

Those two words had the uncanny power to make her body react. And what came next only increased her.