The doors slide open, revealing the grimly handsome face of Mr. Rasmussen. His eyes fasten on mine and flare to life.
“Well, hello there, Lady Sachelle,” he says, lips curving into a smile.
My stomach drops and the elevator hasn’t even moved yet. I try to push past him, but he steps forward and compels me back inside.
The doors close with a ping, and we’re alone together, him looking down at me like I’m dessert and wondering where he should take the first bite.
“You need to press a number,” I remind him, as the elevator starts to rise to my floor.
Instead of answering, he braces a hand beside my head. “We’ve got to stop meeting in places we’ll only be interrupted.”
I can feel the heat coming off his body. He’s older than I am, by ten years or more, and wears his authority like he wears that suit. Like it was made for him. My heart’s pounding and my body’s tingling in all the places he’s almost touching me.
“How about we just stop meeting?” I manage to say.
Mr. Rasmussen reaches over and slams the emergency stop button, and the elevator shudders to a halt.
“What are you doing?”
He turns back to me with a smile, his mouth even closer to mine. “Snatching a few moments with the most beautiful woman in Paravel. I’ve been busy. I’ve missed you.”
“I have an appointment.”
“Planning more trouble? Good thing I’m here to make sure you behave.” He runs a finger across my cheek and I have the urge to turn my head and bite him. I have the urge to bite his lower lip, too. It’s directly in my line of sight and looks soft and appetizing.
“I didn’t realize you knew Galen Levanter.”
“Hmm?” I’m still staring at his mouth and drag my eyes up to his.
That was a mistake. My heart jumps when I look directly into their cool, gray depths. His eyes run hungrily over my face.
“You tasted so sweet the other night.” He plants a soft kiss by my ear, and continues to kiss me between murmured words. “I’m sorry I had to leave you. You must have been so. Very. Needy. Did you finish what we started?”
I run my hands up his chest to push him away and flames ignite in my palms. He has a full, sensitive mouth with a lower lip I can imagine sucking between mine. Licking him, and then feeling the thrust of his tongue.
I open my mouth to tell him to move back, and he kisses me. The intimacy takes my breath away. So does the sweetness. A man like him shouldn’t kiss like this, with so much sensitivity and control. He teases a reaction from my lips with his tongue and mouth as expertly as he licked me the other night. My arms twine around him and I lose myself in the sensations.
There’s a crackle, and then a tinny voice comes over the loudspeaker. “This is Findley Elevator Management. Do you have an emergency?”
Rasmussen breaks the kiss and says against my mouth. “No, we’re great.” He kisses me again.
We’re not great. We’re in danger. Or at least I am, because I can’t stop kissing him.
There’s a hesitation, and the voice asks, “Sir, did you push the emergency stop button?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe.”
Mr. Rasmussen gathers my ass into his hands and pulls me flush against him. The thick line of his cock presses against my hip and stomach. I moan, my mind filled with the idea of him lifting me up in his arms and screwing me against this metal wall.
“Shh, little fox,” he whispers against my lips. “They’ll hear you.”
His hips press me back against the metal wall as his hands lift me, and my feet leave the ground. My knees hug his thighs, and as he rocks against me, sensation explodes in my clit.
“Fox?”
“Yes,” he whispers in my ear. “A tricksy, beautiful little fox. That’s what you are.”
“If you press the emergency stop again, the elevator will resume its journey,” says the tinny voice.
“I’ll try that in about, oh, three minutes.”
I can come in three minutes. I can probably come in less, the way he’s pushing his thigh between mine. He braces one leg against the wall and shifts me so I’m straddling it. Without thinking twice, I brace my arms against his shoulders, arch my back and drag my pussy along his thigh.
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
“Is that working?” asks the voice.
Rasmussen squeezes my ass. “Yes, it’s working nicely.”
I bury my face in his shoulder, muffling my cries as I climb higher and higher.
He cups the back of my neck and whispers in my ear as I move against him. “You get so horny and it makes me crazy. Why don’t you just ask me to screw you properly one of these days? You can work out all that bad attitude of yours on my cock.”