Love In An Elevator Novels & Stories

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

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.

She finds it hard to believe that he has actually taken a liking to their child, but then again, Ollie does look like a carbon copy of Vaughn, “Alright, 8th floor it is, then,” Xavi said, glancing at Eloise. She nodded her head and watched as the elevator went down. It felt as if time had slowed down as they passed each floor. Eloise wonders whether the world has against her when the elevator suddenly stops, causing her to lose her balance. “Woah,” she said, closing her eyes and preparing herself for the impact. However, like a familiar scene, Vaughn wrapped his arms around her waist and supported her body.

The elevator door opened, and Charlotte and Leandro entered the elevator again. The girl stood at the elevator door, and it was not until the elevator door closed completely that she reluctantly left with her boyfriend.

Isabelle reminded Loveth on seeing them standing before the elevator. “If you use the stairs, you'll sweat badly and ruin your makeup before you reach downstairs.” Isabelle groaned. “But I can't stomach that.” “Come on.” Loveth left Jemima's arm to grab her hand. “You'll be fine.” Dread caused Isabelle's stomach to churn as she allowed herself to be dragged to the elevator. “You can do this,” Loveth told her as she took deep breaths. “Are you ready?”

That breathless kiss in the elevator was unfinished business. I still remember the sound of the elevator doors sliding shut like the world locking us in. And when she turned, those blue eyes, wild, lost, met mine. I saw Vivian in them. My very first love. I don't hesitate, I pin her gently against the mirrored wall, my hands on either side of her head. She didn’t push me away. Instead, her breath caught, lips parting just slightly, and that was enough. Her mouth tasted like martini and sin. Her fingers clawed at my shirt like she was drowning and I was air. Every sound she made, every tremor that rolled through her body, it drove me insane.

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.

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