“You ready?” Aiden asks.
I look up and realize I’ve been lost in all things wedding for almost my entire shift. And I haven’t had a run-in with Niall all day.
Aiden takes my hand, and we walk to the elevator.
“Have a good night, Bree,” I call out.
Once we’re inside, Aiden turns to me. “I can’t wait to marry you, Jeni.” Taking me by surprise, he pushes me back into the elevator wall and kisses me passionately. Aiden leans his whole body against mine as he reaches out and slams his hand on the emergency stop button. The elevator grinds to a halt.
“You did not just do that,” I state as he moves his hand to the top of my pants.
“I think I just did,” he replies as he swiftly pulls my pants down to my ankles.
Giggling, I step one leg out of my pants and panties. “Are we seriously going to do this?”
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely. It’s been a fantasy of mine to do this in here with you for as long as I can remember,” he says, then crushes his lips to mine.
Quickly, I move my hands to his pants, undoing his belt and zipper. His pants fall to the floor, freeing his already rock-hard cock, and I take him in my hand. He gasps and moves one hand to my breast, and the other grabs my naked thigh and pulls my leg to wrap around his bare ass. A pulse vibrates through me, making me want every inch of him badly.
My pussy is soaking wet and ready for him. I don’t even care if there are cameras in the elevator, all I care about is Aiden being inside me right now.
Aiden moves closer, and I position his cock at my entrance. With a swift upward movement, he slams into me.
“Oh God, Aiden, that feels incredible,” I moan, and he thrusts.
I shift my hand to his hair, pulling his head forward, crushing his lips to mine. The other I move to his bare-naked ass and hold on tight. Aiden pushes deeper into me. Harder. Almost forcefully. There is an urgency to his movements.
The fear of getting caught mixed with the pleasure unfolding within me erupts all at once.
“Come for me, baby. Come hard,” he whispers in my ear, then he tugs on my lobe with his teeth, sending my body into a quivering mess. Aiden thrusts again, and I’m sure the people in reception can hear my moans as the heat rises inside me. My eyes are scrunched closed, and I start to see flashes of light in my pleasure-heightened state. I tremble all over when I climax and contract around his rock-hard cock. Aiden stifles my moans with his mouth, forcing his tongue against mine while my body goes limp.
Somehow, he realizes my legs are weak, so he ever so smoothly moves his hands to my ass, lifting both of my legs, and I wrap them around his waist. He holds onto me tightly as he continues his rhythm inside me.
Damn the heat rises again when he starts to pound hard—he’s losing control. My arms tighten around his neck when he finally tenses.
“Fuck!” Aiden presses his lips to mine and then unloads inside me, pumping with a few final thrusts.
My breathing is as erratic as his, and I can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed that I’ve lost control with him like this at work. In his office is one thing, but in the public elevator, that’s another.
Aiden leans his forehead against mine, and I slowly unwrap my Jell-O legs and gently set my feet to the floor. “Jeni, I can’t help myself, I have to have you all the time. You’re constantly on my mind. We leave the office and take this elevator to the ground floor every day, and every day I want to take you in here. You’re perfect, Jeni. Having another guy want you has made me more possessive. I have become this needy man, someone I don’t recognize half the time,” he admits, looking deep into my eyes.
I have no words, so I smile, lean in, and kiss him lightly on the lips.
Aiden squats at my feet and taps my ankle for him to start pulling my panties and pants back into place. I’m still recovering as he slides them over my legs, kissing the bandages on my knees as he travels upward. Then he bends and does up his own pants. I reach out and grab his tie and pull him closer to me. Aiden smirks and winks as I wipe the lipstick from his mouth with my thumb. Even though what we just did was technically a ‘quick fuck,’ I still feel nothing but undeniable love and adoration from him.
Finally, he runs his fingers through his hair and straightens out his shirt.
“Okay, we good to go?” I ask.
“You wanna go again?” He raises his eyebrow.
I giggle. “While that thought it very tempting, I think people might be wondering why the elevator isn’t working. Perhaps when we get home, we can use those fluffy, pink handcuffs?”
He quickly presses the emergency button to start the elevator moving again. “Well, we’d better be getting home fast, then,” he says with a smirk.
I do another quick check to make sure we are both presentable.
The elevator doors open, and we walk out into the foyer with everyone none the wiser about what just happened.