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His mind registered the slowing of the elevator, but he didn’t do anything other than mumble a protest when Vivian pulled her hand out of his pants and smoothed the front of his suit. He wasn’t aware of anything other than the brush of her hair against his nose until the elevator beeped and opened onto the lobby of his building. Vivian gave a sly smile before turning them both so that she stood in front of him, facing the group of women getting on the elevator.
Karl stood with his pants undone, his erection pressing against Vivian, unwilling to take his hands off her belly long enough to zip up his pants. Instead, he twirled the tie of her dress around his fingers and willed the giggling women to get off the elevator before his floor. One of the women looked at him, raised her brow and pressed the number for the floor directly under his.
Hours seemed to pass between the beeps of the elevator at each and every floor. Each echoed through his head, made worse by the smell of jasmine he now associated with Vivian in his bed and the pressure of her body against his.
Beep. And those women kept giggling.
Beep. The fingers that had only recently been down his pants tangled with his, the silk ribbon of her dress rough as it trickled first through her fingers and then through his.
Beep. Vivian shifted their interlocking hands like she was innocently scratching her neck, only her movement meant the back of his hand skimmed up against her breasts and, as the vixen delicately scratched her neck, his hand cupped her breast before falling back to her stomach. He leaned his head against the cool mirrored back of the elevator, fighting a groan, his only consolation that her games aroused her, too, if the slight tuck of her ass against him was any indication.
After an interminable ride the elevator finally began to slow and they all halted—Karl, Vivian and those interfering women—until the elevator doors opened. Instead of gushing out of the elevators the same way they had poured in, the women sauntered through the doors, one by one. The last one to leave, the same woman who had pressed the button for this floor, had to bang the elevator doors to keep them from shutting on her. Instead of taking the shutting doors as a sign that she should hurry, she turned back and looked Karl and Vivian up and down. Then she winked. “I actually live two floors up, but it seemed cruel to make you walk past us in that state.”
The doors shut on the sound of uproarious female laughter, and he was so desperate to be in his apartment that he didn’t care.
Vivian’s ass shook when she giggled, and Karl tightened his hold on her. “Don’t,” he ground out, “move.”
The ride between the two floors left him with just enough time to bunch up the stiff skirts of her dress and slip his hand across the softness of her skin and the silkiness of her underwear. By the time the elevator beeped for the last time, they were both panting heavily enough to fog the glass walls they were leaning against. As soon as the doors opened, he gave Vivian a gentle push and hurried after her. The cool, dry air breezing through his open fly only heightened his desire to bury himself in Vivian’s damp heat.
When they got to his apartment door, Vivian leaned against the wood and slipped her hand back under his waistband as he tried to unlock the door. He concentrated on the lock so he didn’t come in his pants. The third time he readjusted his aim and the metal of the key clicked against the metal of the doorknob. She tightened her grip on his cock and said, “I hope you’ve got better aim inside, cowboy.”
Karl couldn’t decide if he should bang his head against the door in frustration or groan with pleasure, so he settled for laughing. “Three months ago I was just sober enough to remember you saying almost the exact same thing.”
“At the time, I assumed tequila caused your lack of aim, but now I know you were just horny.”
The key finally slipped into the hole and the lock clicked open. Before he turned the knob to open the door, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “We both know my aim improves the fewer clothes you’re wearing.”
“Apparently your aim was spot-on,” she said with a raised brow and a gesture to her stomach. But before the mood could become too overwhelmed with the magnitude of how Vivian’s pregnancy had changed both their lives, Karl turned the knob and they tumbled through the doorway.
