Elevator Kiss Henry Danger Novels & Stories

If Hailey approached Henry as his companion for the summit, no one would question it. Henry had been lusting after her for months. If she offered herself, he would not refuse. Evelyn typed a reply: “Prepare a bottle of red wine. Deliver it to Suite K07 immediately and hand it to Mrs. Jordan at the door.” Meanwhile. Inside the elevator. The air felt thick with heat. Hailey was cornered against the back wall. Henry’s hand slid up and down her waist as he leaned in. “Hailey, I took a big risk for you today. Make sure you’re enthusiastic later.”

Velon managed to get them through the corridor undetected. Queenie practically limped the whole time but quietly. However, just before they got to the elevator, they saw a green light and froze. There was someone inside. There was no time for them to decide as the elevator dinged open and Henry walked out of it. His face scrunched over when he realized what was going on and he immediately raised an alarm. "Who are you and who gave you the go ahead order to move them?" His sharp voice echoed throughout the empty corridor.

Jerk. “We have two women here from your world,” Keilor said conversationally, doing his best to be pleasant. “One is my cousin. Both are about your age. I’m sure they’ll plague you for information from Earth.” Seeing that his long strides were too fast for her, he slowed to a more comfortable stroll. “Were they kidnapped, too?” she asked irritably. Keilor’s conversation soothed some of her fear, but did little for her anger. If she’d thought she could outrun them, she’d bolt in a heartbeat.

He gave me a look—half warning, half something else entirely—then stepped out, and I followed. The building smelled like mold and dust. The elevator didn’t work, so we took the stairs. Seven flights. By the time we got to the top, my legs were shaking. Jillian noticed. He didn’t say a word, but when I faltered on the last step, his hand reached out and gently gripped my elbow. He steadied me. And for the briefest moment, our eyes met—something soft in his, something unsure in mine. “You okay?” he asked.

Jhonia asked herself stepping on the elevator to go back to the lower floor, saying to herself as she remembered she had lifted her phone behind because of Kyhe. While she was getting ready to settle for the elevator going down, she took a deep breath looking up from her feet as she held her left hand with the other hand. Suddenly Kyhe came rushing into the elevator and right up to her frightened she took a step back inches apart from kissing the elevator doors closed and began going down. "My place." Kyhe said to her just as he caught his breath and she marrow her eyebrows at him. “What?” Jhonia asked if her voice was as low as if she was miles away.

Elliot pressed. No one answered. They found Henry in the kitchen, his expression as calm and detached as ever. He was wiping his hands with a cloth, his movements methodical. “There’s been an accident,” Elliot said, stepping into the room. Henry looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. “An accident?” “The man in the suit,” Elliot continued. “He’s dead. At the base of the stairs.” Henry froze for just a fraction of a second. Then he folded the cloth and placed it neatly on the counter. “That is most unfortunate,” he said, his voice neutral.

Dante Finally, we are back in the safety of the elevator. Her fragrance assaults my senses in a positive way and I can feel my erection growing in my pants. Without warning Kenna, I push her gently against the back of the elevator wall and hit the stop button once we are on the fourth floor, nobody should interrupt us. After all it is a private elevator specifically only for the Bodega wing so unless her mother has decided to come out for fresh air, nobody will be trying to use it.

---- The elevator ride was pure fire. The moment the doors closed, Richard pulled me against him. His mouth claimed mine in a hungry kiss, nothing gentle about it. His tongue swept in, tasting of scotch and raw desire. One of his big hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing as he pressed me into the wall. I could feel him—thick and hard already—against my stomach. “Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against my lips. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair. The elevator dinged on the 18th floor. We barely made it down the hall, his hand up my dress the whole way, fingers teasing the edge of my lace panties.

“Distracting you. This time, I’ve got help.” Another set of hands touches my hips. Gavin. His breath is warm near my ear. “Tell us to stop.” I can’t. This is reckless and stupid and possibly illegal, but I can’t say the words. I don’t want to. But this is so foolish. I can’t just… What even is this? An ambush? No. It’s not like they planned to get stuck in the elevator with me. Jack kisses my throat, and warmth floods me. Harrison says nothing—just presses behind me, solid. One hand braces on the elevator rail. The other trails down my arm.

He wanted that lips so bad that he couldn’t help himself getting more closer to it. “Jayson” Arabella uttered in a panic as she knew what’s gonna happened next if she wouldn’t react. “Ding” The elevator door opened. “Jayson!” a woman’s voice angrily screaming in front of them. From the woman’s position, the angle showed that two persons were kissing inside the elevator. The girl’s face was covered by the man’s head and the girl’s body leaned against the wall. Jayson was annoyingly snapped to his senses. He quickly turned with a sharp gaze and saw Margaret at the opening wearing a face that can kill. Arabella’s face was then revealed.