Stay

falling

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He's all smiles as he sits across from Olivia at the small table, happy to just be able to have a moment with her during this hectic day. They had shared an incredible night together last weekend, and had been caught up in a case ever since then. It sucks because they both know it's all apart of the job. It's all been a learning process as they navigate through the newer parts of their relationship, and also balance out their constantly intertwined work lives. Finally, over halfway done with their day they've managed to sneak away for a quick late lunch in his office.

"What are you looking at?" she peaks up at him over the rim of her reading glasses as she looks over a few files she brought along with her.

"You," he says matter of factly. He's unashamed that she caught him and overall just elated to finally have her all to himself.

"Well stop," she tries her hardest not to smile and fails as she looks away from him and continues her work. "Peter," she says still feeling his eyes on her.

"Well now that I don't have to hide it anymore, I can't help it," he admits and moved his chair closer to her. She's beautiful just there in her simplest form dressed in her normal day to day wear. Just like the very first moment he saw her, she's in her usual black slacks that's paired with a pale pink blouse that gives a peak of her cleavage.

"Ah ah," she chides and scoots herself further from him. "We're at work," as much as she's dated within the workplace she's always vowed to herself to keep it strictly platonic while on the clock.

"And no play huh?" He gives her a flirty grin and she knows exactly what he's doing.

And it's working.

"What can I do to change your mind?" He stood up from his seat and moved to stand behind her, placing his hands on either shoulder. His hands begin to knead her stress away as he bends to place his lips on her neck. His touch is full of heat and she feels herself melting into the feel of him. "All you have to do is say stop," he teases and suckles that sensitive spot right below her ear.

"Don't," she breathes and tilts her head upwards giving him more access to her silken skin.

"Don't what Olivia?" he says coyly and continues his torturous teasing as his hands move down her shoulders and over her chest cupping her breasts in his hands.

"Don't stop," she rasps and her head falls back at the feel of him all over her. They're in a dangerous territory now. One that involves her falling into her latest weakness that was Peter Stone. She hates how all of her rationale flies out the window around him, but loves the risks they take all at the same time.

He pulls away from her and she protests when he makes his way over to the door of his office and turns the lock. Peter strides his way back over to her as he loosens the deep red tie he wore. Her eyes are stuck to him like a lioness eyeing her prey.

"Get on the table Olivia," he demands calmly and she's stunned by his sudden dominance. He's on a mission and intends to fulfill it before they return from lunch.

She slides onto the table and he moves to stand between her thighs, placing a hand behind her head and the other along her backside. He kisses her as he slowly lays her down on the table and begins kissing his way down her body past her neck, down her abdomen, and pauses just above her belt buckle. Her body is writhing beneath him as he undoes her buckle and the zipper of her slacks, before moving them down her hips. She manages to kick them off along with her underwear leaving her exposed to him.

"Peter no," she tries to stop him when he picks up where he left off and kisses her mound, lifting her thighs and placing them over his shoulders.