Page 19 of The Pursuit


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“Because I feel so much of you.”

Noah took my hand and guided it between his legs. “How does that feel?”

“Mm, amazing.”

“It wouldfeel even more amazing inside you.”

“Are you carrying a condom in the pocket of those pants?”

He momentarily scowled at me. “Dammit, Gaby, I’m not that big of a manwhore.”

I laughed at him being offended. “That’s not what I was thinking.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m fucking you on the floor of this elevator with a potential audience, least of all without a condom.”

“I guess we’ll have to find other ways to get off, now won’t we?”

“Yes, please.”

As Noah began to move faster against me, I brought my hips up to meet him. The friction felt incredible.

“Fuck,” Noah groaned.

“I know. It feels so good.”

“No, it’s the jewels on your sari. They’re like rocks banging into my skin.”

With a giggle, I replied, “Let’s change positions.”

“Thank you.” Noah then rolled us over to where I was riding him. As I ground my center against him, Noah rose up to tug at the front of my sari, desperately trying to free one of my breasts.

When his mouth licked at the top of my chest, I moaned.

And just as I was about to go over the edge in orgasmic bliss, a ding erupted over my head. I barely had time to register it before the doors to the elevator came sliding open. Noah’s hips froze in mid-thrust at the sight of the throng of people staring at us. “Oh God!” I cried, not in pleasure but in absolute and complete horror.

It would be nice to say that was the worst part of it all, but no, we couldn’t be that lucky. Standing at the front of the crowd with anxious-laden expressions were our dads. At the sight of our tangled arms and legs, Dad’s eyes narrowed to fury-filled slits while Noah’s dad, Aidan, hid his grin behind his hand.

After Noah sprang to his feet, he offered me his hand to help me up. I would’ve found it completely romantic if we hadn’t just been caught dry-humping in an elevator by our fathers and a considerable crowd.

“Um, son,” Aidan said before motioning below his waist.

At the sight of Noah’s tented pants, Dad’s eyes cracked wide. “Fucking hell!” he bellowed before pacing in front of the elevator.

Noah snatched his top off the floor and swept it in front of his crotch. Clearing his throat, he said, “Mr. Resendiz, I’m so very sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” I said to Noah.

Dad froze in his pacing to stare at me. “Excuse me?”

Aidan turned to the crowd. “All right, folks, the show is over. Go back to the party and give them some air. They’ve been through quite the ordeal being stuck the last hour.” He lifted his hands and started shooing people away.

Once the crowd had dissipated, Dad shook his head at me. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Before I could answer, Mom came sprinting up. “AJ, would you please calm down,” she countered.

He turned his wrath from me to Mom. “How can you possibly be so calm when your daughter was just found in a compromising position with a strange man?”

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