Henry Danger Elevator Kiss Novels & Stories

We stepped into the elevator together and they stopped at the floor just below the rooftop and Henry and I headed straight into the car and our driver opened the doors for us. The second we were seated in the backseat, we stared at each other and laughed out loud keeping our gaze on each other. There was a sliding window that blocked us away from the driver so Henry shut the window as the driver got into the car. “Let’s show them passion.” He said, making me laugh before he latched his lips on mine and kissed me hungrily.

We boarded the VIP Elevator, it's not the one that Lance and I rode earlier, it's like a secret elevator, you won't notice it right away, I thought at first it was just a book shelf elevator. After we boarded, Thyro quickly pressed the ground floor and grabbed me with a burning kiss, I was very close to his shoulder because both my knees were weak due to the nervousness, and the sensation that gradually engulfed me. "T-Thyro... someone might c-come in and see us," I said softly in the middle of our kiss. "No one dares to enter my own elevator, no one knows this damnit elevator except us, so don't care about that," he said while biting my lower lips.

As the doors closed, his tall frame leaned in. His fingers pinned her head, and his lips pressed down on hers. His kiss was forceful, like a punishment, with no gentleness at all. He was actually kissing her in the elevator. Wasn’t he worried someone might walk in and it would be awkward? Her heart couldn’t take it. What should she do? Their breaths tangled together, indistinguishable whose grew erratic first. Autumn was kissed into a daze, her mind clouded. It wasn’t until voices sounded outside as the elevator doors opened that Keith finally released her.

The elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding. Ava stepped out, coffee in hand, telling herself to breathe normal. Just another day at Blackwood Enterprises. Just work. Just Damon. But her chest still ached from the kiss. The way his mouth had felt—controlled but desperate—the way his hand had lingered on her face like he wasn’t ready to let go. She hated how much it haunted her. The bullpen was quiet, only a few assistants already at their desks. She glanced toward Damon’s office, not expecting him yet—he usually didn’t arrive until a little later, after his morning workouts.

"About the last time we, ah, talked..." "Not here," she said. That... wasn't what you expected. Wait- You glanced up at the ceiling of the elevator but there wasn't an obvious security camera. What if there was one, though? Hidden behind a grill or in a light or something. Fuck, what if people checked it and saw you openly kissing both Gemma and Sabrina? Did a security guard review the footage? Was there one actively watching? In the short time it took to reach the basement, you had started to sweat bullets. Not only were you in a rough position now, but you'd accidentally done that to yourself and the girls before, too.

Desperate. The kiss deepened, all heat and pent-up hunger, and the world outside that stalled elevator ceased to exist. It was reckless. Messy. Dangerous. And I didn’t care. But the universe must’ve had a cruel sense of timing. Because just as I melted against him, just as my grip tightened on his shirt, the elevator shuddered violently and lurched back to life.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” “Doing what?” he teased. An eye opened as his lips brushed her ear. “We didn’t get to kiss this morning. Shouldn’t you be kissing me now?” Her other eye flew open, and she squeaked. “Huh?” She tried to point, but her hand was on the same vacation as her brain. Words became hard to piece together. “Th-this is an elevator.” “Elevator kisses are the best.” Her gaze flickered to the blinking red light she knew was a camera, but he didn’t seem fazed. He placed his hand on one side of her head, and she was certain her knees would collapse.

My hands tangle in his hair, tugging lightly as I pray the elevator counts slower. His mouth crashes back onto mine, hungry and rough. I moan into the kiss, my back arching as he deepens it. His hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back while the other grips my hip like he’s trying to mold me into him. I recommend kissing strangers. Highly recommended. The elevator dings. The spell breaks. We pull apart, breathing hard, straightening our clothes as the doors slide open. His phone buzzes. He glances at it, and his face changes in an instant.

she said loudly, anger and confusion in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” Elena whispered. Scarlett turned and walked away quickly, clearly upset. A moment later, Clara came outside and saw Elena standing there alone. “Elena!” she called. “Let’s go home.” Elena nodded. “Yeah.” As they walked, Clara glanced at her friend. “What did I just see back there?” Elena avoided her eyes. “What do you mean?” “Did you kiss her?” Clara asked. Elena sighed, annoyed. “Yes, I did.”

Rhett grabbed her lips and pressed her against the wall once more before she could continue. She was entirely enveloped by the shadow thrown by his towering stature. This kiss was more intense, passionate, and intense. The elevator doors opened at that moment with a "ding" sound, but their lips stayed closed. Haley made a weak, instinctual attempt to shove her hands against his chest, but he simply tightened his grip. The kiss started in the quivering quiet of the elevator, spread into the dark hallway, and eventually took them into his office, gasping for air.