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The high point of my work days lately was when I saw the gorgeous stranger every morning.
I hurried through the lobby toward the elevators as fast as decorum and my heels would allow, passing ladders and service crews working on the old building’s antiquated electrical systems. The dark haired stranger was like clockwork, arriving at the elevator at 8:20am every day, and this morning proved no exception. I jockeyed my way through the crowd until I stood close, but not conspicuously so, to the stranger and stared at the elevator doors while pretending to ignore him. It wasn’t a game, although sometimes it felt that way. Men that handsome always stayed several steps outside my sphere of influence and even now as an adult that hadn’t changed.
Didn’t mean a girl couldn’t dream.
The doors opened and I moved with the small crowd onto the elevator, making sure my floor was pressed. The old building – or “historic” as some liked to say instead – was in the midst of a full renovation. Everything was being upgraded to new, more modern settings but for now they still had the older style elevators. Smaller and slower than current styles, the metal box nevertheless did its job as it chugged up to the floors above.
I rearranged the large satchel in my arm, sliding a glance sideways and catching his eye. Does he know I watch him? Flushing, I turned back to face forward as the elevator opened to let another string of people off to their floors. My stop was still eleven floors away where I did data entry as temp work for Hamilton Industries. The company spanned most of the upper levels but my small office and cubicle was tucked away in a forgotten corner near the middle.
I loved the clean cut, suited look and the dark man was always impeccably dressed in suits and ties that probably cost more than I made a month. Everything about him screamed high society, far out of my league, but that never stopped my fantasy life from including him. The handsome stranger was part of my dreams, the face I saw when I closed my eyes for bed. As I’d had nothing between my legs not run by batteries in well over a year, my fantasies were getting pretty kinky. I took a moment to think about them now and a slow smile spread across my face. It didn’t take much to get me going, but the image in my mind of being pushed against a wall and ravaged…Oh yeah.
Passengers continued to disembark and as the elevator doors shut, I pulled myself out of my reverie as I realized that, for the first time, I was actually alone with the dark stranger. Clearing my throat nervously, I smoothed down the pencil skirt with my free hand as the old elevator began its trek up to my work. Breathe, Lucy, just breathe. Desire curled in my belly, fueled by thoughts of all sorts of naughty things in elevators. I wonder if this one has cameras…
I heard a faint rustle behind me, then a thick arm appeared beside me and pressed a red button on the panel. Immediately the elevator ground to a halt and before I could say anything twin arms appeared on either side of my head and a low voice next to my ear murmured, “I see you on this elevator every morning. Your doing I take it?”
Shocked into silence, I could only blink in wide-eyed confusion. Should I pinch myself? Is this really happening?
The cool metal against my suddenly hard and sensitive nipples elicited a breathy moan as I was pressed against the elevator doors by a hard body behind me. “What,” I started, immediately forgetting whatever I was going to say as I felt his hard length press against my hip.
“I can smell your arousal,” he growled, that low sexy voice making my stomach tighten. “Every morning you get on this elevator and I can smell your need.” One hand moved down and entwined with mine as he dipped his head toward my neck. “What’s your name?”
My mind went blank for a moment, forgetting the simplest of answers. Oh God, that voice is pure sex, I thought wildly, lifting my hands to brace against the hard surface before me. It was low and had a lilt I couldn’t place, and my chest grew tight with need. “Lucy,” I finally managed, my brain short circuiting.
“Lucy,” he repeated, and I drew in a shaky breath hearing my name said in that too-sexy voice. “I need to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
There was no request for permission in his voice only an implacable demand, and I rolled my head sideways to allow him access. His lips slid across the soft skin behind my ear, tongue flicking out to touch me; his teeth nipped the lobe and I moaned, pressing back against him. He rotated his hips and my breathing sped up, needy pants a staccato in the silence.
“God you’re so fucking hot.” His hand trailed down the side of my body, across my hip and down my thigh until he found the hem of my skirt. His hand then retraced its steps back up, skimming lightly across the smooth skin of my inner thigh, pulling the material of my skirt up toward my hips. Unthinking, I spread my legs to give him access and gasped loudly as fingers slid along the outside of my soaked panties, pressing against my aching core.
Was this really happening? My body bucked, trapped between the metal doors and the hot body behind me. It was like every fantasy I’d ever had was being played out in person, and I was helpless to stop my conditioned response.
His fingers pulsed, sliding across my clit with increasing frequency, and my hips moved of their own volition, craving more of his touch. I cried out when his teeth sank into my shoulder, then his fingers slid beneath the thin cotton and lace and stroked my wet skin, pulling at my tender opening in a way that had me moaning loudly inside the elevator.
“Come for me,” he murmured in his low Vin Diesel voice, lips and teeth running along the exposed line of my neck and shoulder. His fingers pushed deep inside, thumb flicking my hard nub, and with a strangled cry I came hard. My forehead rested against the hard steel of the door as I shuddered, suddenly boneless.
Below the numbered panel to my right, a telephone rang out.
I stiffened in shock, the blaring tones cutting through the murky haze. Lust gave way to mortification and I pushed against the door to free myself. The dark stranger stepped back, allowing me space, and pressed the red button again. I hastily rearranged my clothing as the elevator chugged back up the shaft; a few seconds later the telephone stopped ringing.
“You taste even better than I imagined.”
I turned, helpless against that voice, to see him licking his fingers. The look he gave me made my knees weak but the ringing phone had woken me up and I fumbled blindly for the floor buttons, pressing every button within my reach. This seemed to only amuse him but when the doors opened onto an empty hallway two floors below mine I stumbled out. No people were in sight on this floor, to my relief – I wasn’t sure I could take more attention right then.