Elevator Romance Novels & Stories

I could already feel it and it was much too soon for confessions of love. “Amelia,” he whispered and I brought my finger to his lips. “No.” “No?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Not in an elevator at work.” I said, giving him a pointed look. “If you want romance, I have no problems with giving it to you.” The elevator opened and I looked away from his intense gaze. The idea of Louis wooing me even though we were mated made me feel like I was special to him. I was curious as to how he would romance me, but I was ready for the surprise.

An elevator arrived and the door opened slowly. A man and a woman hugged in the corner of the elevator. They were kissing passionately, even making ambiguous sounds. The woman groaned and the straps of her dress fell on her arm. The man's face was marked with lipstick. His collar was wide open, and the woman's hand was pulling his shirt out of his trousers. Charles and I stared at each other in the elevator mirror. I gasped, and the two people in the elevator looked back at me and Charles. The woman was reluctant to be interrupted and gave me a grunt as she stepped out of the elevator.

Or maybe respect. “Top floor,” she says quickly. “He’s waiting for you.” I walk to the elevators and press the button. When the doors slide open, I step inside. As the elevator rises, the memories hit me hard. This building. This elevator. This was ours. Dominic and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We made love everywhere. On his desk. Against the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the conference rooms after everyone left. We were reckless and in love and so sure nothing could touch us.

“I am. I have never seen an elevator that has a sofa cushion and gilded interiors…” Denver just smirked. Wisdom grinned back. She felt defeat when Denver’s lips landed atop hers once again. “I won a score this time,” he teased. “Oh really? The cushion is just over there. It only takes me ten seconds to take my clothes off,” she countered with her seductive smile. He let go of her chin and stood straight. “Every elevator had a camera. I suppose the management would be pissed if they found a sex video in one of their CCTVs.” Wisdom cackled; he did as well. The elevator sounded, signalling their arrival on the floor.

The moment they stepped into the elevator, it was impossible to tell who made the first move—or maybe they both moved at once, all urgency and heat, colliding in a kiss that quickly spiraled out of control. In the security monitoring room, a young guard jabbed his coworker, who was glued to his phone. Both stared at the screen wide-eyed, then zoomed in with the kind of focus usually reserved for surveillance emergencies. Only this time, they watched like it was their favorite show. Unfortunately for them, the elevator ride was short. The couple on-screen stumbled out, locked together like they were dancing a fevered waltz—biting, pulling, crashing into each other as they made their way out o

he replied, his gaze fixed on the floor numbers. "You stared at a printer tech until he apologized for existing." "He installed the tray incorrectly." The laugh escaped me before I could catch it—a sharp, bright sound that seemed to startle both of us. For a heartbeat, the air in the elevator changed. When we reached the lobby, he led me toward a black sedan idling at the curb, its headlights cutting through the downpour. I stopped dead. "Okay, seriously. What is this?" "A ride," he said. "You don’t have to do that."

We walk into the elevator, the little space heating the surrounding even more and I feel like I'd go insane if it takes more time. The elevator doors close but open once again and a girl walks in. Damian moves a bit away from me. But as the girl turns to face the doors, I grab Damian's face and kiss him straight on his lips as I've noticed the elevator doesn't have any cameras. Damian resists and gently pushes me away, but I only smile at him in return.

Eloise and Maddox are waiting somewhere above me, hidden from our enemies’ eyes and reach. Jackson and I slide through one of the elevators. Jackson presses the number ‘55’. The elevator ascends with a quiet grace, gliding smoothly upward. As I stand, my back leaning against the mirrored wall, I breathe with happiness coursing through my veins like a relentless tide. Every floor that passes brings me closer to the moment I’ve been yearning for with a fervor that defies the usual composed exterior of a CEO or an Alpha. My heart drums with each second that ticks by, the elegant numbers on the digital display counting up to the floor where Eloise and Maddox await me. The anticipation is a sweet

The day began in a small, stolen silence. The sleek, chrome doors of the executive elevator slid shut, sealing Damian and Isabelle in a metallic bubble of privacy. The space was barely large enough for them to stand without touching, yet every inch of it hummed with the unspoken current between them. It was a perilous, exhilarating game they played every morning: waiting for the main elevator to empty, waiting for the split-second window when Ms. Romero's back was turned, and then slipping inside.

I grappled with these questions, replaying the sequence of events leading up to this point. As the elevator descended to the first floor, the rhythmic hum of its movement seemed to echo the thoughts swirling in my mind. In the past, when Madison and I were together, elevators held a special place in our relationship. I started recalling those moments. Past*** The elevator doors closed, enveloping Madison and me in a private cocoon. The soft hum of its ascent mingled with the anticipation that lingered between us. Madison grinned, her eyes sparkling like stars in the dim light of the elevator. “You know, there’s something oddly romantic about elevators. The way they take you up and down, it’s