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To her utter disappointment, he pulled back slightly and said against her lips, “We need to keep up with this until we get into the room with the painting.”
She melded their lips together, and this time she didn’t hold back on the eagerness. She grazed her teeth on his lip and heard him groan and that set of something between her legs. All along it had been her body yearning for his touch, and in that moment, her body wanted more and that made her shiver.
Her lungs were fighting for air, but she didn’t want to stop kissing him. It was her desperate attempt to make the best out of the situation, hoping to satiate what her body had been craving for weeks. She felt her body sizzle with need as he pressed his hard body to hers, and she didn’t fail to notice how hard he was. He seemed to be around anytime she was close to him, and something about that fact made her bold.
She gasped when he pushed her back against a door before opening it. The moment they were inside the room, he pulled away from her like what they were engaged in did not affect him at all. “We don’t have much time to find the painting.” He looked around the room with a wall filled with paintings from eye level to the ceiling.
The smaller ones were on the lowest level and got bigger as they went higher. She saw Nakul holding a camera and recording the entire walls like he wanted to capture every painting in that room. She noticed he moved slowly, pausing on each painting like he needed to capture the details.
If the painting was of the goddess, wouldn’t it be obvious? Not wanting to disturb him, she looked around at the paintings and none of them seem to look like one of a Goddess, let alone like Shakti. Disappointed she looked at Nakul but he was still recording the details of every painting.
“What, you were supposed to stall them?” He barked out of the blue, and she looked at him as he pressed on his earpiece.
“Who is coming?” Aadhya asked as he rushed through capturing the paintings.
“Palace security,” he growled and added, “I don’t know if this footage is enough to find the painting we are looking for.”
She thought for a moment. “I have an idea.”
Aadhya had no way to tell if her plan would work, but she would try. At that point, she was willing to do what it takes to get the job done!
Chapter 20
Nakul was pissed at his team for not being able to stall the palace guards from finding them. He had to make the best of the time, and as he moved from one painting to the other, somewhere in the background, he heard furniture moving, yet he didn’t stop recording the video.
Moments later, he heard voices coming from the other side of the door. He momentarily glanced in her direction to understand what she was doing. She managed to move one of the small tables to block the door of the large room, and she sat on the table to use her weight to hold the table down.
“Excuse me, you cannot be in there,” the voice of an angry guard came through.
Nakul stopped filming and was about to put the camera away when he heard her rock the table she sat on, letting out some fast breaths. “Oh, wait…just a few minutes. Hurry up honey,” she called out, and it stunned him as to what she was planning to do.
Without any further delay, he started to record again, and even as he moved slowly, focusing on the paintings, the image of her rocking on the table pretending to be making mad love was making him hard. He tightened further when she cried out like she was about to peak, rocking the table harder to hit it against the door.
He was hot all over just from hearing the sounds that came out of her mouth, and he dared not look in her direction. All he needed was that extra minute, and she was buying him that in a wildly brilliant way.
“Sir, Ma’am, please step out of the room now.” The announcement came through an inbuilt speaker in the room and she intensified her cries in response.
Satisfied with the footage, he ran to where she stood and helped her rock the table. Like she knew what he was thinking, she reached for his shirt and pulled it out of his pants and then pulled open the buckle.
His body went rigid, and just as he was about to stop her, she reached for his hair and messed it up. He noticed she had already worked on misplacing her dress, pulling a strap off her shoulder and she was such a hot mess, he wanted to take her there on the table, even if it broke the contract.
Her cries intensified, and they both jerked the table harder, and the sound of her fake climax got imprinted in his head. And he knew he would never forget the time when he blasted off just from a sexy woman faking a peak.
As part of the act, he groaned loudly as he pulled her to him to kiss her, swallowing her sexy moans, not wanting anyone else to hear them. She kissed him back like that’s what she had wanted and that made him hard all over again. He didn’t care. She was his fake wife and the moans were equally fake, but he wanted them all.
“You are a riot,” he said against her lips when the act was all done. He took off his suit jacket and placed it over her shoulders. “Let’s get out of here.”
He held her to him like she was his possession and only he could enjoy her even as they exited the room. They walked past three guards who had turned red in their faces just from hearing all the commotion against the door.
Aadhya Kanwar, you are something!
*****
Aadhya was still reeling from the events that evening even as they left the palace museum an hour later. After pulling off the stunt of fake make-out, her mind was in a drugged state to the point where she wanted to believe it was real. It felt right, and when he came to her for the finale, her body craved for him so much that she didn’t know how much of the cries were an act of anguish for him, his touch.
They only spent a short time at the main event, holding each other as they pretended to dance. She needed the time to settle down every overly activated part of her. She was in a daze, processing her own thought process for when she decided to do what she did, and she did not fail to catch the hunger in his eyes.
Was he feeling the need as well?
