Laughter bubbled from his throat. Nothing could be further from the truth. “Boring? No.”
“Great. Because I’ve been thinking of a couple things to get out of my comfort zone. I’ve been inspired by you,” she said, and pushed the elevator button.
He swallowed hard. Ever since the night before, he had taken the elevator with her a couple times, to save face. Still, riding the damn thing with Elena by his side didn’t change the way his body reacted.
The chills. The irrational beating of his heart like he was about to have a stroke. If anything, it made it all worse, with the added pressure of not sounding like an idiot in front of her.
A couple of elevators beeped and their doors opened simultaneously. Elena chose the empty one and grabbed his hand.
When the doors closed, she pushed him against the wall. Tipsy Elena was a force to be reckoned with. Standing on her tiptoes, she lifted her mouth to his, and he dipped his head and latched onto her lips. His libido stirred, and his pants tightened painfully.
He delved his tongue into her warm wet mouth, and she squirmed against him. Aroused, he swallowed the moan that formed in her throat, and she lowered her hand to his groin. Hhhmmm…
Disengaging her mouth from his, she breathed. “You want to fuck me, big guy?”
He jolted. Man, she’d learned a thing or two about cuss words and how they turned him on. A hot thread spread through him, and his cock swelled even more. “Always.”
He almost mocked her quick learning, but he was just too damn horny for humor. “Good. Because my pussy is dripping wet for you.”
“Here, baby?” he asked, his oxygen supply so low he wasn’t sure what “here” meant.
“Now. Fuck me hard.” It was not a request.
Groaning, he reached for his wallet and took out a condom. She helped him, pulling down his pants and taking out his cock. The moment she palmed his hard-on, a shiver went through him. Shit. He’d last even less than he imagined, but given they were only ten floors away from their room, that had to be an advantage.
She kissed him, and he rolled on the latex. He scooped her up in his arms, and turned around, and she crashed her against the wooded wall while he pulled her underwear to the side, and plunged into her.
“Yes. Ride me with that delicious cock. Give me what I’ve been wanting all night.”
His arousal reached an insane level, pleasure about to explode out of him. Fast. Kissing her hard, he almost withdrew his length from her, only to thrust twice as deep as before. Once. Twice. Again.
She clenched her legs around him even tighter, and caressed his shoulders. Soft moans flew from her mouth, and her body undulated against his. His balls heaved, and the contraction in his stomach had its own freaking pulse. Inhaling, he took his cock out all the way, and within a split second, impaled her one last time. The sensation of coming to a home he never belonged to overwhelmed him, and he let himself spill into her.
By the time the elevator pinged, she had discreetly helped him remove his condom and fold it into a wad of tissue before placing it inside her clutch. With his fly closed but his heart still pounding, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The doors opened at their floor, and she walked out of the elevator first.
He wanted to swallow, but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. “Yo, sex goddess. What was that back there?” he delivered playfully, while they walked side by side to their suite, although the most intriguing part was how confused he still felt. Even after sex.
She peered at him, and despite what just happened, the reddening of her cheeks hinted that her coyness would never fully go away. Did he even want it to? No. He liked that about Elena.
“From now on, this is what I want you to think about next time you’re on an elevator.”
He squared his shoulders, and glanced behind him. The elevator. Somehow, in the midst of their torrid hook-up, his fear or worse, what caused his fear, hadn’t entered his mind. And thanks to her, maybe never would again. “So you used sex to help me overcome an old fear?”
She beamed at him. A frank, gorgeous smile that could brighten a dark football stadium. “I learned from you to use screwing as an excellent method of distraction.”
He took a deep breath, and then released it slowly. His nerve endings sizzled with some strange emotion he didn’t want to label. Happiness? Relief? His throat clogged. What was she doing to him? “Well done, Elena Morreti.”
“Thanks.” She squealed, and leaned in when he opened the door of the suite. “I may have used Google to research a couple key expressions. You know. To up my dirty talk. And guess what? There’s more where that came from, mister.”
She walked in front of him and he smacked her ass. “I created a monster.” A sexy, smart, compassionate monster he wasn’t sure he could say good-bye to.
***
“So he went to meet your family?” Janie whispered, even though they were both alone.
Elena circled her desk, restless. “Yes. I’m not keeping my hopes up, though. It was more about helping me deal with some family drama.” After they’d returned from New York the previous day, he had given her a ride to her place and then returned to his. And just like that, an unfamiliar void flooded her insides.
She liked being with Devon. Maybe a bit too much, and that unnerved her. Still, she could dream for something more, given everything Devon had done for her during the last few days.
