BOOK 22 - Just one ride

The doors of the elevator slid shut with a soft, final hiss. The hum of the machinery was the only sound in the metal box. The air, thick with the scent of her perfume and our unspoken desire, was electric. The forty-second ride to my apartment floor stretched out before us like an eternity. A cage for our sin.

I turned to her, my gaze sweeping over her body. The black silk dress hugged every curve, a second skin that did nothing to hide the soft swell of her breasts or the flare of her hips. Her hair was a riot of dark curls, her lips a deep, swollen red. Her eyes, wide and dark, met mine for a fleeting second, a jolt of recognition and pure, unadulterated lust. My dick, a fucking iron rod for most of the night, twitched.

She stood at the back of the elevator, her body a magnet, pulled away from me. But the space was too small. The air, thick with the scent of her perfume, was intoxicating. I hit the button for the penthouse floor, the highest floor, a place of isolation. The doors s