Chapter 44 Vignette 42
ELENA’S POV
I almost missed it.
The elevator was closing when I slipped in—heels clicking against the floor, heart racing from the dash. I barely caught my breath before realizing I wasn’t alone.
He stood at the far corner. Dark suit. Loosened tie. Clean jawline. The kind of face you don’t just glance at, you feel it.
Our eyes met. God, those eyes. Like whiskey and midnight, deep enough to drown in. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even nod. Just held my gaze for a beat longer than necessary.
I looked away first. Embarrassed by the heat blooming under my skin. What was that? I pressed my back against the cool wall, hoping the air conditioning would do its job. But it didn’t.
We dropped a floor. Then another. Then nothing. The elevator stopped with a soft jolt. The lights flickered once, then settled into an awkward hum. I blinked and turned toward the buttons. I Pressed one but nothing happened
“What just happened?” I asked, voice too small.
He leaned forward, pressed another button. No response. Then he leaned back—calm. Way too calm.
“We’re stuck,” he said simply. Like he had all the time in the world.
Of course he’d sound like that. Calm. Deep. Maddeningly smooth.
I forced a breath. “Great.”
Silence stretched. The longer we stood there, the smaller the space felt. Like the air was thickening. His scent was clean, warm and masculine. I peeked at him again.
He had one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting his cuff. Sharp cheekbones, full lips. The kind of man women whispered about but never approached. I swallowed. Why was my throat so dry?
He noticed me staring. This time, he didn’t look away. And I didn’t want him to.
“Long day?” he asked, voice laced with something… teasing.
I nodded. “Exhausting.”
He took a step closer. Just one. But it changed everything. My heart skipped. My skin prickled. The walls suddenly felt too close, too intimate.
And then he said it—soft, amused.
“You’ve been looking at me since you stepped in.”
I opened my mouth but closed it almost immediately. My cheeks flared hot. “I.. No, I wasn’t.”
He tilted his head, a slow smirk pulling at his lips. God help me, I smiled too.
“I won’t tell you if you don’t,” he added.
The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was charged. His gaze dipped lower, lingering. Not crude. Curious. Appreciative. And I didn’t step back.
I don’t know who moved first, or what exactly snapped inside me but the distance shrank like gravity chose us over logic. Breath mingled. Fingers brushed. His hand ghosted my waist, then settled there, firm and warm.
“Still scared?” he murmured.
I shook my head. Honestly, I’d forgotten we were even stuck.
I wasn’t afraid of the elevator anymore. I was afraid of how much I wanted him. And then—his lips brushed mine. Once. Just once. But it was enough to undo every last ounce of resolve I had left.
Then he held the back of my head firmly in his hands, our eyes met in a thin distance. His gaze flicked between my eyes, then it dropped to my lips and there he let it stay for a long moment.
He lightly bit his lips and slowly shifted his head closer until his lips touched mine again. But he didn't withdraw this time, he clenched my lower lip between his both lips then licked my lip gloss. I closed my eyes and engulfed his upper lip in my mouth, licking lightly and slowly deepening.
He pulled me even closer, our torsos collided into each other. His hands shifted even lower to my as. My hands moved up to his chest and I clenched the lapels of his jacket, losing my breath.
He reached out for my flared skirt, lifted it up and adjusted my lace panties. He stuck a finger right at the entrance of my as hole and I moaned.
Then he pushed me to the mirrored wall of the elevator, the kiss unbreaking. His hands moved from behind me to my front and he found my cnt. He took his lips down to my neck and dropped kisses at random spots.
His fingers played gently on my psy lip—the kind of gentleness that made my legs shudder and my mouth to release gasps.
He barely made his way inside me when the elevator doors suddenly opened with a soft chime and he quickly took his finger off me, my creams already stained his finger.
I hastily adjusted my skirt and scrambled out from beneath him, my heart pounding like a bass drum in my ears. My breath caught when I saw the two technicians standing at the open elevator doors, wide-eyed, clearly having caught more than they expected.
“Uh… we just thought we’d pass the time while waiting on your very slow service,” he said with a smug smile, completely unfazed.
I trailed after him in stunned silence, too mortified to meet the repairmen’s eyes. I should’ve gone my own way or taken the nearest exit and buried myself in shame, but instead, I kept following him, like I didn’t have a choice.
And then he found a small, forgotten room tucked behind a corridor in the building. He opened the door and stepped in, then held it open until I came in. He swiftly bolted it up and down before facing me.
“We're going to be really quick, I have a meeting in nine minutes.” he said, already lifting my skirt up. “I can't afford to miss the meeting but I can't afford missing to taste your creamy psy too.”
He quickly took out his ck from his trousers and bent me to relax on the table that was in front of me.
I moaned only knowing that he was going to fk me. By the time his tip touched my psy lip, my legs quivered and he glided in with practiced efficiency. Slow, deliberate and sweet! His ck was long and slim—the perfect length and size for my tight psy.
He gripped my hips tight and thrust in and out of my psy, increasing his pace with each thrust. The room was extremely quiet, except the pleasurable sounds of his dk entering and coming out of my wet pssy, my moans including his silent groans.
He tightened his grip on my hip and paused his thrust, his dk fixed at a deep point in my psy.
He started rounding his ck inside me, grating and grounding my psy while I screamed passionately. He slammed in once, his balls slapped my as, then he pulled out after the second slam.
He sighed, relieved. He locked up his trousers and looked at the silver watch on his wrist.
“Two minutes left.” His gaze landed on me. “Thanks for your psy. I'll see you some other time.