Chapter 32
Liv
Now
Liv tried to spend the afternoon being present.
Before she went to the final workshop, she took a detour to say goodbye to Rhea, who left in a flurry of ‘I love you’ and ‘I demand details,’ and then she went and spent time with her direct reports, reviewing proposals about implementing changes for their own respective teams based on lessons learned at the conference.
She sat through her dad’s closing address and then went to dinner with her family.
She went to the party and watched as her dad announced the annual service awards, cheering on her colleagues and even listening to the terrible DJ play terrible music for a while.
She was being present. No one would know, would remotely suspect, that she was at most half there, a part of her still stuck with Quinn, sitting at that table, listening to her talk about her family, her brothers and sisters and her mom and her dad— her dad , that sweet feisty giant of a man who passed to Quinn his smile and his proclivity for bear hugs—holding her hand, connecting in a way they said they wouldn’t.
And another part of her was already thinking about that night, wondering if they were actually going to be able to turn their minds off, to focus on the simple act of fucking…
When Quinn answered the door, though, she didn’t need to worry about her brain getting in the way. Because Quinn looked positively edible, and every sensible thought flew out of Liv’s mind as Quinn tugged her into the room .
Quinn was dressed in just black boxer briefs and a sports bra, her body on full display.
The muscles in her legs were straining against the thin material of the boxers, and Liv’s only conscious thought was that she wanted to bury herself between Quinn’s thighs.
Her hands lifted, almost on their own, and she ran her fingertips over the lines of Quinn’s abs, but what clinched it, what made heat pool at Liv’s core, was watching Quinn run fingers through her wet hair, her triceps flexing in a way that couldn’t be accidental, not that Liv was complaining.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Liv choked out, her voice weak.
Quinn smirked. “We’re getting out of our heads.”
“You have looked amazing in your suits this week,” Liv said, as her eyes moved up and down Quinn’s body, her hands meandering up, tracing collarbones, walking fingers up Quinn’s neck and down her jaw. “But you look delicious right now.”
Quinn’s eyes widened at her word choice, hazel eyes darkening before she crushed herself into Liv in a kiss that started bruising, before slowing to a sensual, tender pace. When they pulled away, they were both panting.
“Can I change really quickly?” Liv asked breathlessly.
Quinn nodded, so Liv slid into the bathroom, making quick work of removing her clothes and slipping, as promised, into the silky white robe that she’d remembered to run up to her room to grab, tying it closed with a loose knot.
She was already so turned on that just the smooth material floating against her skin was electric, but when she walked back out into the main room and found Quinn laying down in bed, the blankets pulled back, her long legs crossed at the ankles, Liv felt like she was going to explode with need.
Quinn was in a similar state, as Liv saw her gaze home in on the way the slinky robe clung to her body, revealing even in its coverage. The material moved with Liv’s body, every part of her alive in this moment, and Quinn had barely even touched her .
“Come here,” Quinn commanded, her voice firm, and Liv instantly complied, crawling up the bed, moving over Quinn until she was straddling her hips.
Quinn’s hands instantly moved to her thighs, fingertips ghosting under the bottom of the thin material before sinking to her knees, then back up again. “You are fucking gorgeous.”
Liv licked her lips, trying to keep herself from fully grinding into Quinn.
Not because she was afraid, at all, to show how desperate she was, but because she was worried she might come too fast, her hips were already moving without her permission.
Quinn shifted her hands to her waist, steadying her.
“I want this to last,” Liv whispered. Her brain flickered at that, her words too close to truth, but she wiped the concern away in her mind. “I don’t want it to be over too fast.”
Quinn’s sexy smile grew, absolutely smoldering, as she murmured, “I can take my time.”
Without any other warning, she gripped Liv’s hips and flipped them, Liv now underneath Quinn’s firm, warm body.
Quinn kissed her, soft lips parting, tongues slowly exploring, before she moved to press kisses against Liv’s jaw, to suckle gently at a spot on her neck, just below her ear, driving Liv wild, her hips jutting forward into Quinn’s.
Quinn, ever steady, pulled away so that she could see Liv’s whole face, watching as she whimpered when Quinn held her body hovering, depriving her of any pressure between her legs.
Quinn had one arm positioned to the side of Liv’s shoulder, holding her strong body in a plank position, while her other hand slid down her side, gliding along the softness of the robe.
“You’re incredibly sexy in this,” Quinn said, and her palm skimmed up, over Liv’s breast, then moved down again, her fingers catching on the knot keeping the robe wrapped around her.
She toyed with the material for a few moments before pulling at one of the ends, gasping as the fabric pooled to Liv’s sides .
Quinn had seen her bare many times, even in the last few days, but every time Liv’s body was exposed to Quinn, Liv got the sense that she was being seen for the first time.
She was always eager to look, to touch, to taste, as if Liv were something extraordinary, something to be savored, something precious.
That’s how she was feeling as Quinn leaned in to lick from her collarbone, down her chest, before taking one nipple into her mouth, then the other.
Liv felt every move of Quinn’s tongue against her breasts as if she was licking directly at her clit, and she started to wonder if it was possible she was going to come without direct contact with her pussy beyond her own movements, clenching around nothing.
Quinn was working her up, her mouth in constant motion, sucking and licking and biting.
She continued her ministrations down Liv’s belly, skipping—it felt malicious, even if it was what Liv had asked for—over her center, picking back up as she worked her way down Liv’s legs.
She kissed the inside of her knee, bit the inside of her thigh, and groaned when she tasted what she was doing to her.
“You’re so wet, your thighs are soaked,” Quinn gasped, lapping at Liv like she couldn’t get enough. Liv’s fingers found purchase in Quinn’s hair, grasping at her.
Quinn managed to pull herself away, though, and kissed her way back up Liv’s body.
When their hips lined up for a moment, Quinn ground down, and Liv gasped at the sensation, but it wasn’t enough.
Liv reached for the clothes that Quinn was still wearing, pulling off her bra first before pushing down the boxers, relieved when Quinn finished that task.
And then they were both completely bare, Quinn’s soft skin and powerful body pressed against Liv’s curves.
Quinn continued to kiss her, continued to run her hands along her sides.
Liv lifted one of her legs, and Quinn took the opportunity to press her hand to Liv’s ass, pulling them together and canting her hips so that they were grinding into each other, wet flesh against wet flesh.
It wasn’t enough, not at this present angle, but at the same time, it felt like everything, to be here, in this moment, with Quinn.
But Liv’s movements were becoming frantic. Her hips moving, her chest heaving, her limbs shaking, her body overcome with want. In a burst of vulnerability, Liv held Quinn’s gaze for a beat, both of them keeping as still as they could, until Liv spoke.
“I need you.”
When Quinn kissed her way down again, Liv shifted both of her legs, letting her knees fall apart as far as she could. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been so open for another person, so exceptionally exposed, but she needed. She needed .
The first swipe of Quinn’s tongue sent waves of pleasure washing over Liv’s whole body.
She felt like she was vibrating, and her feet pressed into the bed, lifting her so that she could press even more into Quinn’s greedy mouth.
Liv’s hands reached, one grasping and pulling at the bedsheets, the other returning to the back of Quinn’s head, trying not to trap her but also never wanting to let her go.
Quinn kept licking at her, and it was sloppy and it was perfect, and it still felt too fast as Liv felt the orgasm overtake her, when the tightness in her lower belly exploded out indulgently across her, her entire body wracked with spasms, making her cry out Quinn’s name.
And Quinn slowed her mouth, but she didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, easing on the pressure, helping her come down as she worked her through the aftershocks.
She tapped Quinn’s head, silently telling her that she needed a break, grateful that Quinn understood implicitly that she couldn’t handle any more in that moment.
Quinn kissed both of her inner thighs sweetly before she moved, and Liv was truly blissed out when Quinn didn’t roll off her, instead resting her body on top of Liv’s, pressing her weight into her, absolute comfort.
They stared into each other’s eyes, both attempting to catch their breath, to calm their racing hearts. Quinn’s beautiful hazel irises reduced to the slightest sliver, her gaze darkened, and Liv could feel Quinn’s hips twitching slightly with her own need, though she was being so patient, so good.