Love In An Elevator Novels & Stories

Or maybe respect. “Top floor,” she says quickly. “He’s waiting for you.” I walk to the elevators and press the button. When the doors slide open, I step inside. As the elevator rises, the memories hit me hard. This building. This elevator. This was ours. Dominic and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We made love everywhere. On his desk. Against the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the conference rooms after everyone left. We were reckless and in love and so sure nothing could touch us.

He was absent. Patients walked passed the duo - an old weak and extremely lean man, a fleshy woman with a young chap of five with a pale purple tongue, a teenage mom with her baby, a few nurses and consultants, too. Nothing seemed to bother the devil at that moment - neither Mer's little talks, or footsteps, or the gentle buzz sound as the elevator took them to the third floor. The tubby receptionist probably in her late thirties was sweet and almost excessively cordial for it to be perceived as being genuine.

I silently prayed that someone would stop the elevator and get in with us but my prayer was left unanswered when the door closed. It suddenly became really hot and I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help but gawk at him. I’ve always fantasized having sex in an elevator even as a virgin but I wasn’t expecting a tension as thick as this one. I desperately want him to kiss me as if he hadn’t frustrated me last night or hit me multiple times. I really am stupid. The elevator ride was uncomfortably silent and soon came to an end when the elevator dinged and we both walked to the conference room.

This was the raw, terrifying vulnerability of two people who'd learned to trust each other in the middle of a war and were finally, finally letting the walls come down. The elevator chimed its arrival at the third floor. We broke apart just enough to breathe. Devon's forehead pressed against mine, his chest heaving, his hands still anchored on my waist. "That wasn't ten minutes of decompression." "It was a start." His laugh was low and rough. "I love you." "I know." I reached up and traced the sharp line of his jaw. "I love you too. Now let's get out of this elevator before—" The doors slid open.

"Lisa’s distraction worked perfectly. The service elevator is unlocked. Let’s go." He grabbed my hand, his grip tight and grounding. The touch of his cold skin instantly soothed the wild heat racing through my fingers. Together, we stepped into the heavy iron elevator cage. Adrian pulled the rusty lever, and with a loud, mechanical groan, we began to drop deep into the forbidden foundations of the academy. --- The elevator ground to a halt three levels down. When the iron gate slid open, the sight before us made my breath catch in my throat.

she murmured, hoping to stay invisible. But Adam’s senses picked up something. ‘That scent again...,’ he thought. Julian stayed silent, knowing Adam disliked crowded spaces, which was why most employees avoided sharing an elevator with him. But to everyone’s surprise, Adam suddenly said, “Get in.” Both Evelyn and Rena froze. Even Julian was taken aback by Adam’s unexpected invitation. They hesitantly stepped into the elevator. As the elevator moved from the 20th to the 45th floor, where Evelyn and Rena were headed, a suffocating silence filled the small space, the atmosphere heavy with the presence of Adam Dean.

The elevator doors creaked open before he could say anything, and when we tilted our heads, there was a whole team of electricians, including Abigail and Ethan. I got up from the floor, walked to Ethan, and hugged him as tightly as I could. “Are you okay? They’ve been trying to get the elevator to open for an hour,” Ethan said as I leaned back from him. “Yeah, I’m alright.” “I’m sorry about the elevator, I’m sure it won’t be a problem anymore,” Elijah said as Ethan and I looked at him. “Yes, it won’t be a problem anymore because my wife and I will never use that elevator again. And I want you to stay away from her,” he said as he took my hand and walked away with me.

They pulled apart, breathing heavily when the elevator opened. Liam grabbed her hand and headed straight to his room. He shut the door with a bang as he pinned her to the wall, softly trailing his fingers on her neck. Ivy let out a moan as he kissed and sucked on her neck. Liam’s hand touched every inch of her body as he connected their mouth in a kiss filled with urgency and desire. He pressed against her, and Ivy could feel his erection. Ivy's arousal surprised her as she let out a moan.

Haekyo said again next to Hana while holding the woman's hand to enter the special elevator. Arriving in the elevator, Hana immediately stomped his hand from her wrist, and then she shifted her stance slightly so that she didn't have to be close to her annoying boyfriend. Ting The elevator they took finally arrived at the twentieth floor, where Mr. Lee and Lee Haekyo's room was. The two humans then immediately prepared to leave the small and suffocating room. Actually for Haekyo it was not suffocating, but for Hana it was very frustrating, because she was in an angry mode with her lover.

His sweet nature somehow comforted her, she felt like she was in a safe place. “This way please, Ms. Knox, Mr. Love had been expecting you,” he nodded to the driver who didn’t say a single word, and led the way through an electronically locked door into an elevator. The ceiling of the lift was decorated with what looked like Michaelangelo’s theme painting. There were 6 buttons on the elevator, and Harold pressed the one on top. When the elevator door opened, they entered a wide corridor lined with double doors on each side. Huge paintings on the walls, the floors were lined with Persian carpet, and there was not a single window on all side of the walls.