Love In An Elevator Novels & Stories

I looked down at the screen to see a new text from Adrian. “Use elevator number three and bring your pretty ass over to the rooftop.” I glared at the screen. Fuck you, Adrian. I rushed toward the third elevator and pressed the button. The doors slid open instantly, and just as I stepped inside and pressed the button for the rooftop, the app must have been dialed up to a higher setting. A heavy, throbbing sensation hit me full force, making me groan out loud as the elevator began to rise. My knees went weak, and I had to press my back against the mirrored wall of the elevator just to stay upright while the intense pleasure washed over me.

She sent the last of the emails and switched off the laptop, sliding it into her leather bag she left the cabin. Dim golden lights were lighting up the office, Liza looked around enjoying the peace the silence brought while waiting for the elevator, the silver gates of the elevator opened up and Liza walked into it not bothering to see if anybody else was with her. She reached out to press the button for the ground floor only to find it glowing red indicating that somebody had already pressed it. She turned around to see who it was only to meet green eyes. Jonathan was once again standing in front of her. "Hey Liza," he said. Liza didn't respond instead she turned back and began glaring at t

Lai orders and pulls my arm. "What the f-" I rebel, but all in vain. This woman won't let me go. Rest in Peace my arm. She drags me towards the elevator on the corner of the floor beside the bathroom. "Why do they make the elevator beside the bathroom?" I cringe. Lai shrugs and we both enter the elevator. As we walk in,a couple walks inside with us. I mean they are not just any couple,they are the lovey dovey couple. Lai exchanges glances with me and we both giggle, staring at the antics of the couple.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

I just need to settle into the rhythm. I shove it down, tuck it behind my ribs. I climb out of the car, gather the crates and delivery bags, stuff my pads and receipts into the tote, and pile everything onto my dolly. The elevator ride is a blur—I lean against the wall, eyes closed, barely holding myself upright. When the elevator dings, I open my eyes and drag my ass to our door, fumbling for the right key. Maybe they’ll let me nap before some much-needed throuple time. I want to please them—make them fall apart under my hands—but not like this. Not if I can’t keep my eyes open.

Ellen said as she looked up at him. She met Leo’s gaze, and she tried to quickly look away. “Oh, thank you, Ellen,” Leo replied, his voice croaking from the tension he was feeling. Leo took a step towards her; he felt himself being pulled, an invisible cord impelled on his waist as he took a second step. Ellen took a step away from him in retreat as she looked up at him and called his name “Mr. Warner." They both felt a vibration; the elevator was unstable, and as Ellen groped for something to hold, she landed in Leo’s arms, and she called to him one more time, “Leo!” as the elevator stopped abruptly.

The elevator, once a symbol of his ascent to their shared life, now felt like a cold, unyielding cell, a tangible manifestation of his isolation and remorse. Carver lay there in the darkness, the silence of the night enveloping him. The weight of his decisions, the impact of his lies, pressed down on him with an unbearable intensity. In that tiny, confined space, he was confronted with the harsh reality of his actions - the trust he had broken, the love he had jeopardized. The elevator had become his solitary confinement, a place where he was forced to face the consequences of his choices, alone and tormented by the ghosts of what could have been.

“He’s waiting for you upstairs.” Liora’s fingers tightened on the strap of her bag. “Already?” “Yes.” The woman tilted her head, just a little too far, like her neck didn’t work like a human’s should. “The elevator will take you directly to him.” Liora nodded, unable to shake the feeling that she’d just agreed to something she couldn’t take back. The elevator at the end of the lobby opened before she even pressed the button. It wasn’t like any elevator she’d ever seen. No floor numbers. No control panel. Just soft, glowing light inside. She stepped in hesitantly, the doors closing behind her without a sound. The air changed instantly, warm and thick, wrapping around her like an embrace. Her

’ The Chairman said. Cullen was looking upwards and smiling as he confirmed that Heart was being saved. ‘I am so happy that finally she is saved. She can finally see her comatose boyfriend and I am happy that she is now safe. I still love her, of course, I will let her be saved first.’ Cullen said while feeling so happy. While waiting for his turn, he felt that something was wrong. The elevator car was shaking. He tried to balance and he started to sweat. “Fuck, I am dead.” He hissed and then the elevator car fell again and it was so fast.

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.”