Love In An Elevator Novels & Stories

’ 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.”

I cried out, gripping onto him with all my strength. But in that moment of chaos, a calmness washed over me—a resolve to fight for our love, no matter the cost. As the elevator hurtled downward, I locked eyes with Nathaniel, our silent communication a testament to our unbreakable bond. Together, we would face whatever awaited us at the bottom. Together, we would overcome the darkness that threatened to consume us. And together, we would emerge stronger, our love shining brighter than ever before. As the elevator crashed to a halt, its doors creaking open to reveal an unknown fate, we stepped forward, hand in hand, ready to confront Isabella and the dangers she had unleashed upon us.

Her untied sneakers scuffed against the asphalt as she walked, her body still humming with the sensitive, white-hot aftermath of Adrian’s touch. The contrast between the illicit bliss she had felt hours ago and the impending execution of her relationship with her sister made her feel physically sick. ​The elevator ride up to the penthouse floor was an agonizing exercise in claustrophobia. Elena stood in the corner, staring blankly at the flashing floor numbers, while Adrian’s massive frame occupied the space right beside Lisa, his shoulder brushing against hers. Every time the elevator jolted, Lisa felt a wave of dizziness, her stomach churning with a thick, heavy nausea.

I take a deep breath to control myself, put on a fake smile, and open the door, stepping out. "Here?" "Yes, let's go upstairs. My floor is the third, but there's no elevator. I can't believe I have to climb three flights of stairs. This is just a joke. Every punishment is too little for a cuckold." While the driver has already climbed the stairs twice with the suitcases, I haven't even reached the top yet. That old woman is healthy because she disappeared ahead of me. I slowly climb the stairs, and now I'm not pretending anymore.

His tall, powerful body was so close and she felt every inch. The last time they’d been together in this elevator, they’d been on the way to the penthouse, after they’d just made love downstairs on the desk in his office. It had been her first time. He’d been shocked she was a virgin, even apologetic. He’d kissed her so tenderly in this very elevator, taking her back up to the penthouse with whispered promises that this time would be different, that he’d make it good for her, that he’d make her weep with joy.

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

His eyes stop it in it’s track, so full of need “We can’t do this here Lia, let’s go I can’t hold myself together much longer” The exact words I needed to hear in this moment. I don’t hesitate in turning to leave, I feel him so close as we exit and he takes my hand pulling me across the street. In the lobby I turn the key that will call the elevator for the penthouse and I feel the electricity pass between us. I can’t actually look at him for fear I will do something stupid right here in the lobby. Each second is like a painful eternity as I watch the elevator descend for us, that glorious ping indicating it is here and the urgency with which Erik helps pry the doors open when they move too

Baka nga totoo ang sinabi nito na may espiya ang papa nito doon. When they reached the elevator, she immediately withdrew her hand from Andrew's grasp. Now that they were alone, she doesn't need to pretend to be intimate with him, right? Maybe she needs to set her own rules in the contract before signing it, just to set boundaries between them. Nasa kalagitnaan siya ng kanyang pag-iisip nang biglang bumukas ang elevator door. She wasn't prepared at all when she came face to face with the woman she call her mother. At halatang hindi din in-expect ng mama niya na makita siya doon based sa pagkagulat na rumehistro sa mukha nito.

“I'm sorry, miss— you can go up.” “Thank you.” Louisa snatched it from her hand and was soon sprinting into one of the elevators. The ride up was punishment, every seconds to when the elevator would stop sent her pulse thrumming in her ears. Her fingers trembled when she tried to wipe the mascara off her face, only to smudge it worse. “He made me this way…shouldn't he be the one to love me like this?” she sobbed at her reflection on the transparent elevator wall.