Pushing You Away - Noah & Katie (Ex-Con Duet 3)

“And of course, my favorite room: the studio.” Gemma does a ta-da motion, and I smile wide at her excitement.

“Wow…it looks so good, babe. My yoga pants that have never gone to yoga just might now.”

Next, she shows me the room where the boxing ring will go. It’s not up yet, but the area is mostly finished.

“Gemma, your phone’s ringing. It’s your OB,” Tyler calls out.

“Oh, shoot. She’s got my test results. Be right back.” Gemma rushes in the other direction.

As I finish my pizza and set the plate down, I spot the locker rooms. Instead of waiting for Gemma’s guided tour, I take it upon myself to peek inside.

From behind, an arm wraps around my waist, and before I can scream, a hand covers my mouth.

“You look beautiful,” Noah whispers in my ear, then lowers his warm mouth to my neck.

My chest rises and falls. “You scared the shit out of me. I nearly junk-punched you.” I spin around and pull him close. “That was mean.”

He flashes a shit-eating grin. “I couldn’t help myself. You know how many times I’ve wanted to slam you up against my locker and kiss the fuck outta you?”

I arch my brows, licking my lips. “Should we do a little fantasy play?”

He groans, biting his lip. “Don’t tempt me, baby.”

Lowering my hand down his jeans, I feel his erection and rub it with my palm. “Looks like you’re already tempted.”

Noah’s head falls back with a groan. “You have any idea how much I’ve missed you? Every minute away from you feels like an eternity.”

My heart gallops in my chest as my body shivers. It’s hard not seeing him every day like before, but between work and taking care of Owen, there’s not a lot of free time.

He cups my face and presses his lips to mine.

“I’ve missed you too,” I tell him. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”

“We’re alone right now.” He smirks, then glances around. “C’mon, there’s a room back here that’s private.” Noah takes my hand, and I follow.

He leads me into a fitness room that only has a table and cabinets. Once we’re fully inside, Noah shuts the door, then locks it.

“What’re you up to?” I muse.

“Getting a few minutes with my girl.” He winks. “Have I ever told you I fucking love when you wear those pencil skirts?” Noah’s eyes trail down my body and back up before he locks them with mine.

Heat rushes to my cheeks at the way he’s admiring every inch of me, making my panties ready to combust.

“You do?” I taunt.

Noah grips my waist and pulls me to his chest. “Are you wet?”

His cock presses into my stomach, and I hum out in response. “God, yes.”

It feels so wrong sneaking around, but as Noah’s fingers trail down my arm, leaving goose bumps on my skin, I don’t care.

“You know how many times I dreamed of touching you? Kissing your skin. Feeling your hands on me. Fuck, you’d drive me wild without even realizing it,” he says in a deep drawl. “I was turned on every fucking day and couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Show me what you wanted to do,” I demand.

“Yeah?” The corner of his lips tilts up. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

Without missing a beat, Noah spins me around and pushes me into the table. “Spread your legs,” he growls in my ear. “These fuck-me heels have been in my fantasies since I returned.”

Looking over my shoulder, I grin at him and watch as his eyes go dark with anticipation. I don’t know how much longer we have until Gemma or Tyler come barreling in, so I widen my legs, giving him permission.

Noah kneels behind me, palming my thighs and pushing up my skirt until it’s over my ass. His fingers loop into my panties, and he swiftly drags them down to my ankles.

I give him as much access as I can when he squeezes my ass cheeks, and his tongue dives into my pussy. My chest is nearly flat against the table as he sucks me from behind, flicking my clit and thrusting his tongue in and out.

“Oh my God,” I moan at how good it feels.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, he drives two digits inside me and goes deep and hard.

“Come on my fingers,” he demands.

We don’t have a lot of time, so I ride his hand and cover my mouth when the orgasm hits. Noah slides out of me and latches his lips, licking my release.

“Fuckin’ heaven, baby girl.”

He helps put my panties and skirt back into place, and when I spin in his arms, I notice he’s still hard as hell.

“Let me take care of that.” I fist my fingers in his shirt, ready to pleasure him.

“Later.” He flashes a wink. “That way I can sink deep inside you and watch your face as I come.”