Elevator Romance Novels & Stories

Eva pointed towards her personal elevator and Troy nodded in approval. Freda nodded her head in approval as they both excused themselves, walking towards the gold colored glass elevator. There was an awkward silence between them as they both entered the elevator. Troy entered the elevator and did not even bother to show any sort of chivalry to the girl. As soon as the elevator closed Troy turned to look at Eva. "Did you say yes to me under any siet of pressure?" He looked at her pale face and realized the girl even had a slight moustache. Troy for a few seconds could not believe that the girl was not even bothered to wax her moustaches or shape up her bushy eyebrows.

“This is a reliable piece of machinery. It doesn’t break, and I pay for a technician to inspect it twice a month. Even if fate intervened, I happen to own a helicopter and employ a very capable pilot. I believe you might remember.” They began to ascend, and spent the rest of the ride up in silence. Dozens of floors came and went as they rode high up, and I briefly suppressed a coughing fit, squeezing out just a few to release her tension. They were suddenly bathed in light, and Loveth turned to realize that the back of the elevator was glass – and that they were now ascending above the city. “You and your spectacular views,” she murmured in hushed delight. He straightened my tie, hiding

But Lana always worried that the elevator would break down and right now was hyper-aware of the right corner shaking and vibrating slightly as it moved upward. Of course, if the elevator breaks down, this could be another first for me. Sex in an elevator. Roman had become strangely mute since they’d entered her apartment building. Is he nervous? Wishing he hadn’t come with me? With all her heart, she hoped that wasn’t the case. I really want this hot tiger-shifter.

Cassandra asked as tears rolled down her eyes but Dennis didn't say anything and the door of the elevator closed leaving Cassandra who fell to the ground not minding if Jasmine was watching from her desk. As Denis walked out of the elevator heading for the exit door, at a spot in the office, Bella looked at him heading out with his briefcase and an angry look on his face. She looked at the elevator expecting Cassandra to run after him but she didn't. A smirk appeared on her face, "This appeared to me easier than I expected" she scoffed with anger, "If I can't have you Dennis, no one can '' she muttered and walked back to her office with some files in her hands.

The silence stretched between them, not uncomfortable but it was filled with everything they wanted to say to each other. The elevator doors slowly began to close. Damien reached forward and pressed the open door button. The doors slid apart again. Elena looked at him before a quiet laugh escaped her lips. “I think you are supposed to get off.” “I know.” “But you are not.” “No.” Her heartbeat skipped, his answer had been so simple but yet it still made her heart skip a beat. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, the soft lights inside the elevator cast a warm glow across their faces.

Evelyn finally turned to him. “Why are you being so dramatic? I just went out for a few hours.” “You didn’t tell anyone.” “Well… that’s because you wouldn’t let me eat what I wanted.” She stood and headed upstairs. “The elevator.” Roman’s voice cut through the air. Evelyn stopped and turned, glaring at him. “Use the elevator,” he said again, calmer this time. She scoffed but changed direction. Roman let out a breath as the elevator doors closed. “God.”

he said with a serious, though his heart was still racing from the sight of her with Ethan. They walked into the lobby and stepped into the sleek, glass elevator. Alex pressed the button for the top floor. The silence between them in the elevator was thick and uncomfortable. Elara kept her eyes on the floor, trying to ignore the scent of his cologne. "So, your date?" Alex asked, his voice echoing in the small space. "Is he the new 'husband'?" "None of your business," she snapped. Suddenly, the lights overhead flickered and died. The elevator gave a violent lurch and ground to a sudden halt, throwing Elara forward. Alex caught her by the waist, his strong arms steadying her in the pitch black

Then the elevator jolts. The lights come back on, full and fluorescent and brutal after forty minutes of amber warmth, flooding everything. We look at each other in the sudden brightness. Both of us are thoroughly wrecked. My dress around my waist. His jeans open. Both of us flushed and breathing hard and looking at each other in the full unforgiving light of a functioning elevator. The elevator starts moving. Up. Toward floor eight. We look at each other and he starts laughing first and I follow immediately and we are both laughing helplessly while I pull my dress down and he fixes his jeans and picks his takeout up off the floor and the elevator arrives at floor eight with a pleasant ding.

Elara's gaze darted to the display above his head. The elevator didn't stop at 45 floor. It hit a restricted Exclusive Suite. "Get off me!" Elara screamed. She didn't use her hands this time. She arched her head back and lunged forward with everything she had, her forehead slamming into the bridge of Roman's nose. Followed by a sickening crack and he let out a cry of agony, clutching his nose as blood began to bloom between his fingers. Elara didn't wait. She scrambled past him and bolted out of the elevator.

Pressed firmly against me, and a low, throaty moan rips from my throat as my eyes fall short. “I can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you,” he rasps. “Fucking hell.” Our room is on the tenth floor, and this elevator couldn’t move any slower. Impatiently, we look at the numbers on the elevator. Eight. Ezra thrusts again. Pleasure zings through my lower belly. Nine. He squeezes my ass hard. Goosebumps erupt on my skin. Ten. Finally. He grabs my waist firmly and instructs, “Jump.”