Elevator Romance Novels & Stories

Finally with a friendly smile she accepted Edward's offer. Adelia extended her hand to accept Edward's. The man elegantly placed Adelia's hand into his arm and they walked towards the elevator. Adelia's steps stopped in front of the open elevator doors as she hesitated. “There's no need to be afraid. This morning, I saw the technicians repairing the elevator. I used it too and it's safe,” Edward said, half pulling Adelia into the open elevator. The elevator doors closed and they headed to the 8th floor. Adelia's heart was racing because Edward was still holding her. She was unsure about the elevator that was still broken and also unsure about her strange relationship with Edward, whom she ha

As the elevator moved upward, the small space felt suddenly… very quiet. Elyra noticed something again. Zevarion was standing closer than usual. Not touching. But close enough for her to notice the faint scent of his cologne. She looked up slightly. At the same moment, Zevarion looked down. Their eyes met. For a brief second, neither of them moved. Something unspoken passed between them. Then the elevator doors opened. The moment ended. Zevarion stepped out first. “Boardroom,” he said calmly. Elyra followed him.

She bit her lip to compose herself until the elevator closed. A hand suddenly lifted her chin. Her sad eyes met his deep eyes. The air in the elevator stiffened. Her heart raced fast. In this elevator, they kissed and she remembered it perfectly. Bill strode forward and she took a few steps back until her back reached the wall. Bill’s face was moving toward her with his irresistible kissable lips. She closed her eyes.

My friends can be quite the teasers, they'll say anything for a good laugh so please don't take anything to heart. She nodded her head. "Got it. I'll try to remember that just in case so I don't throw a man overboard." Romeo let out a soft laugh. "Yes, please don't." The elevator light flickered and the elevator itself lost its balance. Romeo immediately-- almost as if subconsciously-- held Cara's hand to keep her steady on her feet. "Woah, has it been doing this a lot lately or are you just noticing?" He asked her, still holding her hand even after the elevator gained its balance.

The spark mister messy hair, green pea eyes had in his eyes on the elevator is gone now, he looks like one on a mission as opposed to the charmer he was on our first meeting. So mom was right after all, he was trying to tell me that he wants to marry me, this realization just took all the romance out of the elevator experience in my head. Lucas Shaul is trying hard not to look at me, I, on the other hand I'm also avoiding our eyes meeting, we both act like we've not met before but I still find it offensive that he is doing that although I am doing exactly the same.

Villamonte asked, frowning. “Yes. Dark and I met there. No people inside. Then the doors suddenly closed. We looked into each other’s eyes, then… I stared at his lips. I don’t know if I leaned in first or if he did, but suddenly—BAM!” Roxane slapped the air. “We kissed!” “You kissed in an elevator?” he repeated, his eyes slowly narrowing. “That’s not all!” she shouted. “There’s more!”

✴️✴️ The private elevator shot up past eighty commercial floors with a smooth, stomach-dropping speed, the silence inside the glass-and-steel cabin thick with tension. Roman didn't let go of her hand. His large fingers remained locked with hers, his thumb tracing circles against the back of her knuckles. The warmth of his touch was a grounding anchor against the fast-approaching reality of the executive floor. When the doors chimed and slid open onto the eighty-first floor, Mila's feet stopped moving.

No number showed, only a soft golden light indicating it was the top—his floor. The elevator began its quiet ascent. There was no noise, no creaks, no jerks. Everything moved smoothly, like gliding through air. Ethan moved closer, pressing Aria’s back to his chest. She felt the weight of his emotions, the tension in his body, the hunger behind his calmness. She chuckled softly, with a faint laugh that danced on the edge of seduction.

The second the elevator doors opened to the penthouse, they were on each other. Elian barely had time to step out before Dex grabbed him, slamming their mouths together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Their lips moved hard and fast, tongues sliding against each other as Dex pushed Elian backward through the entrance. Elian’s hands fisted in Dex’s shirt, pulling him closer, while Dex’s hands roamed down his body, gripping anywhere he could reach.

Inside the elevator, the doors slid shut with a quiet ding, and the space felt smaller, warmer. The faint scent of their colognes mixed together—Dante’s clean and masculine, Victor’s richer and woodsy—filling my senses. Dante stood close on my right, his body brushing mine with every breath, his thigh pressing lightly against mine. Victor on my left, his cologne filling my senses. Neither of them spoke much, but their eyes said everything. Dante’s gaze dropped to my lips, then lower, to the way my dress hugged my body. Victor’s hand tightened on mine, his thumb now circling my palm in slow, deliberate strokes that made heat pool low in my belly. The elevator felt charged, the air thick with