Elevator Romance Novels & Stories

In fact, the man only nodded briefly and continued walking towards the elevator. The elevator carried Lucas and Velia away from the lobby. As they ascended floor after floor, the journey was enveloped in silence. It did not take long for the elevator doors to open. Lucas and Velia arrived at their destination floor, and they walked along the corridor. There was only one door on that floor. The sole place they were headed to, and Lucas said, “Remember this passcode, Ve.” Velia blinked, slightly confused, but reflexively remembered the sequence of numbers Lucas entered on the door lock.

"Call me Charles." Ugh! Hannah shivered and got goosebumps all over her body. Come on! Mr. CEO! The cheesy romance era has long passed! "Bang!" the lift stopped at one floor, Hannah Snow had had enough. She rushed out of the elevator at the fastest speed, preferring to take the stairs rather than witnessing this nauseating man acting so tenderly. She felt so disgusting. The elevator door closed again, and the man inside withdrew his gaze from where she had left. He held the little woman's face in his hands and gave her a deep kiss...

Lily Rose puzzily asked him. "Well, this time, it's going to be different. I'm not going there alone. I'm going there with the woman that I love." Dorian answered, as he lovingly stared at his girlfriend. "I don't know why you're being such a romantic Romeo, but I like it." Lily Rose giggled in return. They are now inside the building. Once they bought their tickets, they went inside the elevator to go to the 86th floor, maindeck observatory of the Empire State Building...

I felt his groan vibrate against my tongue as his hands found my waist, lifting me until I was pressed against the mirrored wall. "Tell me to stop," he rasped against my jaw, his breath hot and ragged. "Tell me right now and I’ll walk out when these doors open." I opened my mouth to save my soul, to say the word that would protect my marriage. But all that came out was a broken, "Don't." Roman reached over and hit the emergency stop. The elevator lurched, then fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. He didn't go for my clothes immediately. He wanted me to feel the weight of the choice. He kissed my throat, his teeth grazing the pulse point that was drumming a frantic rhythm. "You’re tremblin

'Ding**' the sound of the elevator as it opened to the eleventh floor of the Harvey's Builders Industry. It was quite a unique sight, everything was so elegant, I could see my reflection on the floor, 'what is it made of? of course I wouldn't know, we barely had three square meals a day, poverty is a bitch. I walked around in circles as I admired the outstanding structure of the building, when I touched the wall it was unique, it was smooth, cold, finger censored. "Wow."

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. She gasps, her mouth parts. That’s my invitation to lower my lips to hers and slide my tongue along her bottom lip and pull on it softly with my teeth. “Dante,” she breathes out but I can see the quick turning arousal in her already hooded eyes. “Kenna you are so fucking beautiful. All I could think about during our meal was fucking you in the elevator. Have you had elevator sex before?” “No, never, this is the first.”

he gestured. "I will go for..." I scroll through the menu on the table. As we were eating he kept stealing glance of me and I sincerely won't stop blushing. "I have a confession to make" he break the awkward Moment between us. "Sure I hope it won't ruin the moment"I replied. "I fell in love with you right from the day you step your foot into D****e" I was shocked as my eye met his. D****e is the name of our elementary school we attend and I can't believe a guy had fall in love at first sight. I sincerely don't believe In love at first sight.

Floor 89: I come again, harder, squirting so hard it splashes the glass and runs in rivulets down to the floor. Floor 98: he spins me, lifts me, pins my back to the glass with my legs over his forearms, and drives upward in short, brutal thrusts that make the whole elevator sway. The city spins below us like a carnival ride. I wrap invisible arms around his neck, bite his shoulder through the ruined shirt, and clench around him deliberately. He loses it. At floor 107 he pulls out, sets me down, spins me again, and bends me over the narrow handrail that rings the capsule.

Isabella hugged me again with the promise to hang out later. Evan ushered me away from the dance floor and towards the elevator door designed to take us up and all the way to the penthouse suite. We both stepped inside the champagne gold lift and Evan pressed the topmost floor button. The elevator's double doors went shut and it began to ascend. He lowered his eyes to meet mine and the lovely gems darted from my eyes to my lips and then back to hold my gaze. The desire in his eyes made my breath quicken.

As we advanced, we were handed glasses of wine to sip as we waited for the elevator to come to us, as other couples had ascended. After a few minutes it was our turn to board the elevator. The elevator ascended, its smooth motion a stark contrast to the pounding of my heart. Alessandro held my hand, his touch a grounding force amidst the rising excitement. As the elevator doors slid open, a gasp escaped my lips. The panoramic view before us was breathtaking—a tapestry of Parisian rooftops and city lights, the Seine River shimmering like a silver ribbon, and the Eiffel Tower's latticework reaching towards the heavens. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, and I felt like a princess in