*chapter 3 in a 7 chapter novella. A special thank you to the people who have left comments and messaged me about this story. This one is for you guys. :) Hope you Enjoy.
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We have just stepped into the elevator of one of the newly renovated warehouses down town. The city has been doing a lot of renovations to the old buildings to create plush, new condominiums in an attempt to modernize a section of the city that was once considered practically abandoned.
I had seen pictures of a few of the renovated buildings since one of the clients I handle is a major contracting firm for the city. They came with a very nice price tag on them, my eyes wonder over his profile, whatever he did for a living he would have to be super successful to live here.
The doors close without a word between us. Just like the car ride, and my nerves are walking a tightrope. I roam my mind frantically searching for something to say to break the silence. His eyes keep sliding over to me, then back to the closed door until I can't stand the tension anymore
"What are you thinking?" I blurt out before I can stop myself, regretting the words as soon as I say them. His eyes cut to me and hold. His gaze analytical, measuring, weighing. Perhaps searching through his vast repertoire of undoubtedly witty responses. He moves so unexpectedly that I don't register it until he has me captured between his body and the elevator wall. The act so domineering that it startles a gasp from me and has small lightning bolts of alarm shooting through me. I can tell by the heat rising into his eyes that the sound and my response turns him on.
"I was just wishing I had been around for the first time." He says, eyes falling slowly to stop on my lips. I feel my whole body tingle in response.
"The first time for what?" My brain is shutting down from hormonal overload and deep thought is beyond me.
His arm slides around the small of my back, pulling me firmly against the length of his body. His right hand comes to rest beside my ear on the wall.
"The first challenge." He murmurs. His voice dropping to a melodic purr. "The one that had you fucking in an elevator."
My throat feels like I am trying to swallow dried bread crumps.
"Did you like it?"
"I was to...to nervous." I whisper having no idea why I have just admitted that.
"Scared of getting caught?"
I nod my head up and down not looking at him, my breath hitching in my throat.
"Why do you always do that? You shake your head but never answer."
I shrug. He chuckles.
"You'll speak by the end of the night." He promises his grin looks like something the big bad wolf might wear.
Just when I think he is finally going to kiss me he doesn't. Instead he brushes his lips softly, carefully down my jaw line until he reaches my ear. I can feel his lips move against my skin as he speaks.
"If I had been the one fucking you in the elevator you wouldn't have noticed if we got caught until I was done with you."
His breath is hot against my ear, his words tingle inside my brain shooting hot flames of desire down every available nerve ending.
"You have no idea the things I can do to you, with you, inside of you."
I feel his hand flex against my lower back as if he wants to pounce on me and is doing his best to hold himself back. He isn't a large guy, built trim at five foot nine or maybe ten, but he is still a lot bigger than me. The thought of all the things he can make me do against my will make my insides catch fire.
"What would you do?" I gasp at my own response. I can't believe I just said that, sure I was thinking it, but saying it out loud. What the hell? This man has me so off kilter that I don't seem to know what to expect out of myself anymore.
I can tell my question takes him just as much by surprise. He steps back to look down into my face, a frown of concentration wrinkling his brow. Almost as if he is gauging how much I can really take.
A slow predatory smile crawls onto his face and his brilliant green eyes darken, intensify, as they weigh me, my reactions, my responses, my quickened breath.
He nodes his head ever so slightly in acceptance of the challenge. That's what I have done, issued a challenge to a man that thrives upon them. I am egging him on! Who is this person that has taken over my mouth?
"Come here." He whispers holding his hand out to me.
I gulp, making a funny little squeaky toy sound. I am expecting a story not a demonstration.
"Um...I can't... that's not what I'm supposed to do to tonight." I fidget stepping from foot to foot, while willing myself not to wring my hands.
"You know it is possible to do both." His full lips cock to one side in a rakish grin.
"I..um.." My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth and those bread crumps are back in my throat again.
"Duly noted." He nodes, reaching forward to take my hand and pull me towards him.
I pull back, resisting, and his grin broadens into a full heart stopping smile.
"Just words." He promises reclaiming the space between us. He turns me around tucking my back against his chest. He stands behind me as we face the elevator door. His palms circle the bones of my hips and squeeze. He leans in until I can feel his breath stirring my hair. I am already breathing hard and he hasn't even said anything overly sexual yet.
"You smell phenomenal. Sweet, like something I would eat the last bite of and immediately know I wanted more."
I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Lord help me, this man is going to make me melt clean out of my pencil skirt and sensible heels.
His left hand begins to move slowly up the curve of my hip, over my waist to center on my stomach; fingers splaying. His right hand synchronizes the same movement; his fingertips digging into the center of my upper back.
"First, I would lean you forward, like this." He says gently pushing me forward with one hand while steadying me with the other. Not so far that I am off balance, but just far enough to place my backside in direct contact with every part of the front of him. There is no mistaking the fact he liked me in this position. His voice is low, back to that husky timbre that rattles my nerves. His breath is choppy, quick, confirming that he is every bit as turned on as I am.
Once he is sure I am stable, he removes his hand to squeeze my shoulders before he slowly glides his rough fingers down my arms. I shiver. He is taking his time as his fingers slide around each of my wrists, encasing them. He squeezes hard enough for me to gasp and he moans softly in my ear at the sound. He uses his hold on me to force me a little further forward placing my hands in front of me, until I am bent at the waist using both hands on the elevator wall to keep me upright.
He mimicked my movements until his body encompasses mine. His hands land beside mine on the wall with a solid thud.
I feel the tempo of his breathing increase, his chest rising and falling against my back as his body becomes impossible harder, longer behind me. He is tall enough to still be able to lean down and put his mouth close to my ear, even in this position.
"If it had been me, I would have told you every time you moved your hands from this wall I would spank that sexy little ass of yours."
I have to snap my mouth shut to avoid moaning at the thought of it. I have never had any spanking fantasies but this guy makes me want to give it a try just to have his hands on me somewhere.
"Then I would have trailed my hands up your legs, slowly pushing that skirt up till it hung around your hips." One hand falls from the wall to start a slow trail up the outside of my thigh.
"I would have stroked you through your panties until you were hot and wet for me." He reaches the hem of my skirt. His thumb hooks underneath it.
"You would moan for me and wiggle against me as I slipped one finger inside of you." His thumb begins to slowly inch one side of my skirt upwards.
His breath is as erratic as my own and I can feel it caressing the sensitive skin of my neck. He kisses the part that connected neck to shoulder at the same time his thumb finds the edge of my silk and lace panties.
My breath freezes and I jump. I feel his smile against my skin, but he says nothing. Instead, he just toys with the lace edges.
"Then when I was sure you were wet enough for me, I would add another finger, stretching you until you couldn't keep from crying out. You won't be silent then, Sprite. You'll be begging for me."
He bites my neck right under my ear and my whole body jerks as I moan. He laughs, a soft, lyrical sound against my wet skin. "I can't wait to find out what sweet sounds you make when you come for me." His lips whisper against my skin as they move to the back of my neck causing my nipples to tighten painfully and the small hairs on the back of my neck to go electric.
His thumb slides inside the edge of my panties and I suck in air as if it will be my last. I don't doubt he is right. I am practically ready to beg him now and he hasn't even started yet.
His thumb pauses infinitesimally then switches directions tracing the lace edging up my hip to hook into the top edge of the black silk and slowly starts to pull them down.
"I want to know what it feels like to push myself inside you one slow inch at a time. Grinding into you until it feels so good you start to buck your hips against me, silently begging me to push deeper, harder in to you."
His hands slide down, over my hips, onto my thighs, taking my black silk panties with him as I feel him lower to his knees behind me. His breath is hot on the back of my thighs. The vulnerability of the position makes my pulse race in my ears.
I start to protest, my natural shyness resurfacing. I turn over my shoulder hesitantly, my hands start to slip from the elevator wall. He stops me; both hands tightening down on my hips.
"Remember what I said about those hands." I can hear the teasing playfulness in his voice, but I have no doubt he will do exactly as he has said or that he will find a way for me to enjoy it as much as he obviously will.
