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Before I can even begin to comprehend what’s happening, Avery slams his fist against the emergency stop button and the elevator jerks to a halt just as he pushes me up against the wall, his hips pinning me in place, hands grasping my face, my hair. Our lips collide in a frenzy and our tongues dance together. It’s wild and panicked and we’re bouncing around the elevator like we’re in a pinball machine, spinning from one wall to the next, hands everywhere.
He tugs my dress up to my hips and he grabs my ass, lifting me to him. When we roll by the panel with the floor numbers, I hammer my hand against the emergency stop button and the elevator springs back to life.
For a split second, before Avery slams it again.
“Someone might come in here,” I say with as much determination as I can muster, which isn’t much, because this is kinda fun, and I’m totally drunk.
“Then stop fucking touching it,” he snarls in my ear before he nips my lobe between his teeth. He rolls me away from the panel before I can reach for it again and pins me against the back corner of the elevator. “Unless you wanna take this to your apartment,” he says against my neck, dropping wet kisses down it. “Or mine.”
I groan and dip my head back, pushing his shoulders down, because I want more. He feels so damn good. “I’m not…fucking…you.” I’m not even telling him at this point. I’m saying it for me. Like, Hey girl, remember that promise you made to yourself? Yeah, don’t forget it.
He jerks the plunging neckline of my dress to the side and bites down on the swell of my breast. “I know. But I’m going to lick you, right—” one hand pushes between us and right into my already wet panties, “—here.” His finger plunges deep inside me and I gasp, smacking my head off the elevator wall.
My gaze bounces around wildly until my eyes connect with my own in the mirrored elevator. My face is flushed, my lips swollen and red, my hair a wild mess. The skin on my shoulders, neck, and chest is blotchy from Avery’s possessive touch. His hand is moving between my legs, rubbing, pumping, driving me absolutely insane.
“Please, Claire,” Avery begs gruffly, kissing a fiery path up my chest, over my throat, finally capturing my lips with his. “Let me taste you.”
He gives me approximately two seconds to voice my objection, and when I don’t, the next thing I know, Avery’s on his knees and my panties are in his back pocket. I’m not even really sure how it all happened.
He lifts one of my legs and rests it on his shoulder as he peers up at me. His gaze is dark, hooded, penetrating, and it’s killing me. He licks his lips and his eyes drop to the apex of my thighs. I’ve never been so openly on display for a man before. Part of me wants to feel vulnerable, wants to snap my legs closed and cover up, but…I don’t. I know this man wants me, and he makes me feel sexy as hell.
“Perfect fucking pussy,” he mutters, I think to himself.
His gaze lifts to mine as his face dips between my legs. The second his tongue washes over my soaking folds, I’m boneless. I slump against the wall and sink. He catches me, grabbing my other leg and throwing that one over his shoulder, too. I don’t know how he’s doing it, holding me up like this and ravishing me like I’ve never been ravished before, but my fucking God he’s doing it.
He curls his arms over my thighs, one hand pressing against my stomach while the other disappears up my dress, palming one breast. He tweaks my nipple through my thin lace bra, and I moan, clutching a fistful of his dark waves. His mouth closes over my clit, sucking, pulling, teasing, and I’m thrusting, grinding myself into his face.
I don’t know where to look. This is absolutely incredible. I can look down and watch him work his magic—and that’s exactly what it is, unearthly magic—or I can watch in the mirrored walls, from the side, from behind him. All views are unreal, perfect, and seeing it like this pushes me to an edge I’ve never stumbled to before. I’m not going to last.
The hand on my breast disappears and I whimper at the loss. Until one long finger sinks into my heat from below.
“Avery,” I cry, fingers curling tightly around his silky waves. He pumps slowly while his tongue flicks and teases my aching nub. “M-more,” I beg. “Please.”
His eyes when I beg, when I ask for more, when I call out his name…they go wild. Where they were all milk chocolate before, painted with little green and gold flecks, bright and playful, now they’re black, dark and daunting like a violent storm cloud inching in on the horizon.
With another finger plunging without warning inside me, he fucks me hard and fast while I moan and cry out for him, begging him not to stop. I keel forward, gripping his shoulders, fingernails digging in, my hair curtaining us.
“Avery! I’m gonna, g-gonna—”
Static crackles through the elevator and Avery pushes me up, reaching with one arm to clamp a hand over my screaming mouth as my orgasm starts ripping through my trembling body.
“Hello?” a voice asks from a speaker. “Is everything okay in there? I have a notification that the elevator’s been stopped for a few minutes.”
Avery smirks up at me as he pulls his mouth off my pussy, fingers still pumping, his lips glistening with my arousal. His tongue flicks out to lick his lips before he speaks. “Everything’s fine, just a little hiccup. I’m starting the elevator back up now.” He punctuates his sentence with a ferocious pump of his fingers and sucking kiss straight to my clit.
How the hell can he talk so calmly at a time like this? I’m squirming, writhing, my eyes rolling up, and when the static finally disappears and Avery pulls his fingers from me, he catches me as I collapse on top of him.
He presses a kiss to my sweaty temple, holding me in his arms. “Delicious,” he purrs in my ear.
My answer is a grunt. I can’t move. I’m done. And I didn’t even do anything.
“Can you move?” he asks quietly, smoothing his palm over my hair.
I make a noise. I hope he gets it.
He chuckles. “Is that a no?”
“Noodles,” I wheeze.
