Sandor grinned at her. “Hey, Livvy, great to see you. Does Nox know you’re here?”
She shook her head. “I told Pia I’d wait until he was free.”
Sandor threw a smile at Pia, which made the young woman light up. “Nah come on, it’s only Roan who’s in with him.”
Sandor led her back to Nox’s office. As she walked with him, she nudged his shoulder. “That girl has a king-sized crush on you.”
Sandor rolled his eyes. “I’m old enough to be her father, Liv.”
“So?”
Sandor laughed. “I’m not a cradle snatcher.”
Livia felt a little sting—after all, there was twelve years between her and Nox. Sandor saw her smile falter and guessed what she was thinking. “Totally different situation,” he said hurriedly. “I’m forty-five, Pia is nineteen.”
“Ugh, okay, I get it. Don’t tell Pia I told you.”
Sandor knocked at Nox’s door, grinning. “I won’t. She’s young, she’ll find some young boy to fall in love with next week.” He opened the door. “Hey, Renaud, found this little treasure in reception.”
Nox looked delighted to see her. “Hey, beautiful, what a nice surprise.” He came to greet her, kissing her on the mouth, lingering over it. Roan snickered.
“Get a room.”
Livia, blushing, giggled. “Hey, Roan.”
“I was just telling Nox here that we look forward to meeting you formally at Thanksgiving.”
Livia rocked back a little. “Formally?”
Nox rolled his eyes. “He means properly, all of us. We’ll talk about it over lunch. Guys, do you mind if I take a raincheck?”
“Nope.”
“Not at all.”
Livia took him back to her apartment. He walked around the tiny kitchen/living space and nodded. “I like it, it suits you. Yeah, this is welcoming, warm. And even better, it smells like you—all soft flowers and fresh air.”
Flushing, Livia was pleased. Her and Moriko’s home was small but they both loved it, decorating it with colored scarves and art pieces and books. The couch was big and squashy and Livia pushed Nox down on it before straddling him. “So, Mr. Renaud, before I feed you, there’s a little matter of a huge ‘thank you’ to be discussed. Nox, I cannot believe your generosity. Thank you, on behalf of the university, the faculty, the students, and the music department. I’m overwhelmed.”
“I thought you might appreciate practicing on the same instrument as your heroine,” he said shyly, and Livia kissed him, crushing her lips against his.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered and sat up, unbuttoning her dress one button at a time, slowing peeling it off. She was naked underneath and Nox groaned, fixing his mouth on her nipple, sucking and teasing them both until they were unbearably sensitive. Livia opened his shirt and his fly, running her hands over his taut muscles, his flat belly. “God, I want you so badly.”
With a growl, Nox tipped her to the floor, pressing her knees to her chest and taking her clit into his mouth. Livia gasped at the sensations he sent flooding through her.
“I’m supposed to be thanking you,” she gasped and felt the vibration from his laugh rumble through her sex.
“You are,” he said, his voice muffled. As he brought her to orgasm, she trembled and cried out his name. He moved up to kiss her mouth.
“When you call my name like that…god, Livvy.” He kissed her deeply, passionately. Livia pulled away from his kiss and made her way down his body, trailing her tongue down his chest, his belly, and then took his cock into her mouth, licking the salty pre-cum from the tip and running her tongue down the thick shaft. His fingers tangled in her hair as she worked on him, feeling his cock harden even more and quiver under her touch.
“Jesus, Livvy…” She felt him jerk underneath her, and then his hands were under her shoulders, pulling her on top of him. He slid a condom on and she spread her legs wide for him as he thrust into her. She moaned softly as they began to move together—really, there was nothing like the way he felt inside her, his cock so thick and long, harder than steel, yet the skin silky and soft.
They made love slowly, taking their time, their eyes never leaving the other’s face. Livia had never felt a connection like this, had never experienced this intimacy so quickly with someone. She already knew the planes of his face, his mannerisms, the way his eyes would become more intense as they made love—as if she was the only thing he could see, or wanted to see. When they were this close, she wished she could sink into him, become one with him. Her fingernails dug into his firm, rounded buttocks now as he plunged into her again and again. I could die right now and be happy, she thought, and then pulled herself up. Really? Oh shit. She was falling in love with him.
No, no, no. It was too quick, too soon. Calm down, she told herself, burying her face in his neck and kissing his throat. Just let it happen. Nox is the man for you and you know it…
“I’m crazy about you,” he whispered suddenly and she nodded.
“And I, you, you gorgeous man.” She kissed him, feeling a surge of certainty before all other thoughts were swept away and she was coming, riding her orgasm like a wave as Nox climaxed with her. She wondered if she should tell him she was already on birth control. Something in her wanted to feel his seed deep inside her, to feel his cock inside without any barrier. She was sensible though—they weren’t yet at the stage where they could discuss that and she knew it. But god, to feel his skin against her…would that be something he would go for? Her brain was too endorphin-soaked to think straight right then.
Nox’s lips were against hers. “God, you’re beautiful.” He smoothed the hair away from her face. “Chocolate eyes.”
She grinned. “Ocean eyes.” He laughed and kissed her.
“So…what were we talking about?”
“Your incredible generosity. Nox, you didn’t need to do that.”
Nox smiled good-naturedly. “I know, and it wasn’t a ‘thank you for screwing me’ gift so don’t think that. It was time I did something for the university and now I had a focus. Was Charvi pleased?”
Livia nodded. “She was.”
“Good, I’m glad. I hope that we can meet soon.”
Livia wriggled into his arms. “I did speak to her about that. Nox…she’s not ready. She told me she still has so much anger towards your father that if she saw you, saw that you looked like him, she might have some kind of left-brain-hip-check and freak out on you.”
Nox was silent for a while. Livia studied him, her brow furrowed. “I hope I haven’t upset you.”
“No.” But he sat up and rubbed his face. He picked his shirt up and started to put it on. “I guess, well…”
“What?”
“I guess I should tell you. Charvi and my mom…way before she was married to my dad, they were close. Very close.”
“Lovers?”
Nox nodded. “I was the only one who knew. My mom used to confide in me and she always told me, although she never regretted marrying my dad and having Teague and I, that she hated being estranged from Charvi. That she had loved her entirely.”
“Why did your mom leave her?”
Nox gave her a sad smile. “Family.”
“Enough said. God, the tragedy of it all.” She stroked his face. “Do you think that’s why your father went crazy? He found out?”
“I don’t know, Liv, I honestly don’t. Dad was pretty open-minded, pretty progressive. I can’t imagine he would freak out over something like that. Then again, I never imagined he could kill my mother and brother in cold blood.”
Livia shivered. “My father was, or is, a drunk asshole but he never laid a hand on me. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you.”
He kissed her forehead. “That’s the thing, he was a great dad. Really great. None of those machismo, you-are-boys-so-you-must-be-tough and women-belong-in-the-kitchen crap. I guess I’ll never understand.”
Livia was quiet for a while. “Why did the police believe he was guilty
so easily, then? Why didn’t they look into it further?”
He looked surprised. “It was pretty cut and dried, sweetheart. They found Dad with the gun in his mouth, gunshot residue all over him.”
“He could have been framed.”
“Unlikely, according to the forensic team, but I appreciate you thinking well of him.” He kissed her again. “What about you? You don’t talk about your family that much.”
She shrugged. “Not much to tell. Only child, Mom was amazing, but cancer doesn’t discriminate. If the world was fair, it would have taken Dad.”
“Do you think you’ll ever see him again?”
“I doubt it. It’s no loss, really. My family is here. Moriko and I met first semester in college and have been roommates ever since.” She checked her watch. “Talking of which, she’s due home any minute so you might want to get dressed.”
“Too late.” The door was opening as Livia was speaking and a grinning Moriko strode in. “Hey, kids. Nice cock,” she added admiringly to Nox, who was trying to cover himself with his jeans and laughing. Livia burst into giggles as she covered his groin with her body. Moriko’s high laughter rang out as she disappeared into her room. “Let me know when you’re somewhat decent and I’ll come out.”
A few minutes passed and Moriko stuck her head out of the door. She looked disappointed. “Oh. You’re dressed. Give a girl a treat, why don’t you?” She winked at Nox who grinned back. Livia shook her head.
“You are terrible. Look, we’re going to order pizza and beer—want in?”
“Hell, yes, if I’m not disturbing anything.”
“Not at all.”
When the pizza arrived, Livia passed out cold beers and they sat out on the tiny balcony that looked over the city. “If you squint,” Moriko told Nox, “you can see Bourbon Street from here.”
Nox looked in the direction of the famous street. “Really?”
“Squint harder…harder….now close your eyes and imagine Bourbon Street.” Moriko cackled at her joke and Livia giggled, throwing a piece of pizza crust at her friend.
“Don’t tease.”
“No, no,” Nox said, grinning, “that’s what best friends are supposed to do to the paramour. It is the law.”
Moriko nodded wisely. “You are wise, Young Padawan.”
Livia coughed and it sounded suspiciously like ‘geek.’ Moriko smiled, cat-like. “You may mock, Liv, but me and Wondercock here are bonding.”
Nox choked on his pizza, laughing, and Liv threw an apologetic look at him. “Sorry, she’s not housetrained yet.”
The three of them were having so much fun that Nox decided not to go back to work, and they spent the late afternoon and evening drinking and laughing. At ten p.m. Moriko got up. “Well, it’s been swell, guys. I’m outtie.”
“Hot date?”
“Tepid, but doable.” Moriko threw her denim jacket on. She winked at Nox. “Good to meet you properly. Look after each other, kids.” And she disappeared into the apartment. “And keep those windows open…it reeks of sex in here.”
“Yeah, it does,” mumbled a decidedly drunk Livia, with a satisfied grin. Nox laughed and hoisted her onto his lap.
“You’re drunk.”
“Yep.” She kissed him. “And you’re beautiful. Take me to bed, Renaud, and fuck the brains right out of me.” She shrieked as he stood and threw her over his shoulder, carried her into her bedroom, and proceeded to do exactly as she asked.
The End.
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