A glance out her office window told her that she’d worked too late. Again. The office tower across the road had dark windows which meant that it was at least midnight and the automatic timers had engaged.
Emily turned her wrist, narrowed a look at her watch. Yup. Twelve-fifteen.
She hooked her bag over her arm and walked out to the elevator. Working late was not an anomaly for Emily Grant, so walking through the office in complete silence, flanked by dark offices, didn’t bother her. She rather liked it. There was a general exodus around six o’clock, which made it easier to accomplish tasks that required her undivided focus. By eight, the place was empty.
She pushed through the secure glass doors into the corridor, pressed the down button. She was tired but had accomplished much more than she had expected. The proposal was finished and she could present it to the board on Monday. She was confident they would like her ideas and move to make the changes she was suggesting.
She closed her eyes, took in a cleansing breath, and let it out in a disappointed sigh when she heard footsteps. She knew everyone in her office was gone—had been gone for hours—so whoever was working late was with the investment firm across the hall.
Emily cursed the slow elevator. Now she would have to share the ride with a stranger. Not that she was concerned for her safety. She could look after herself. But she would have to make Small Talk and, dammit, it was too fucking late for that.
“Oh, hey.” Tall and lean, he wore a charcoal suit with a vibrant yellow and orange tie. He carried a leather briefcase.
Emily recalled his name was Frank. He’d introduced himself the first time they’d met at the elevator several months ago. She’d had the hi-how-are-you-nice-weather-we’re-having conversation with him almost every day since then. The mundane had recently shifted to flirting, but it was still late. Not to mention, she had a bottle of chardonnay chilling at home and she could hear it calling her name.
He grinned at her. “We seem to be on the same schedule.”
She noticed the dimple this time. It softened his look, which was all dark and broody, a little dangerous. God help her, but bad boys had always been her weakness.
He pressed the down button.
“Why do people do that?” Emily asked.
He frowned at her. “Do what?”
“Press the elevator button when it’s already been pushed. The elevator isn’t going to get here any faster if you push the button several times.”
“Yes it will.” And to make his point, he pressed the button once more.
Emily let out a surprised laugh when the elevator chimed its arrival. “Well, it appears you have magic hands.” Oh god! Did she just say that?!
He held his arm out to keep the doors open. “I do,” he murmured as she eased by him.
She licked her lips. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that late.
Frank’s finger hovered over the service button and he glanced over at her, lifted one eyebrow in question.
No, it wasn’t late at all, Emily thought, and nodded her consent.
Her smile bloomed as the elevator stopped between floors and the lighting shifted to a dim emergency glow.
He pressed her against the elevator wall, pulled her chin down with his thumb. His mouth was hot and greedy against hers, his tongue offering promises.
As he devoured her mouth, one hand cupped her breast, squeezed her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress, the thin silk of her bra.
“I know we don’t have much time,” he murmured against her mouth. “Security will be checking on the elevator.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Forget the preamble.” She was desperate to feel him insider her.
He tipped his head back and smiled at her. “Oh, we’re going to preamble, darling. It’s just going to be fast. It’s all going to be fast and brutal.”
“Good,” was all she managed before he dropped to his knees and shoved up her skirt.
He yanked the silk panties aside and clamped his mouth on her pussy. He pressed her thighs apart with his elbows, spread her lips with his thumbs.
Emily held onto his head for balance—or maybe it was to keep him in place—as his mouth, tongue and teeth all ravaged her pussy until she was an incoherent puddle.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The whispered chant was all she could manage.
Frank eased two fingers into her and the explosion was instant. Relentless, he fucked into her, sucked on her clit as her cunt convulsed around his fingers.
He stood up, sucked his fingers into his mouth. “Delicious.”
She reached for him. “I bet you are, too.”
He brushed her hands aside. “As much as I want to fuck your mouth, we don’t have time for that.” He unbuttoned his pants, drew down the zipper, let them drop to the floor. He made no comment to the fact that he was commando.
He boosted Emily up and she wrapped her legs around him, his cock finding her cunt like a missile. He held her against the wall and she held onto his shoulders. He rammed into her with a fevered frenzy that had her edging in seconds.
“You’re gonna make me cum again.”
His fingers dug into her hips. “Right there with you.”
With a final thrust, he emptied into her. She could feel his cock pulse inside her cunt as her own orgasm vibrated through her.
He pressed his mouth against hers, taking the kiss deep as he pulled out. He arranged her panties, pulled down the skirt of her dress. He pulled up his trousers, lifted the zipper, looped the button.
He kept his eyes on hers as he reached for the security button and released the elevator. He kissed her until the elevator reached the lobby.
When the doors opened, two security guards were waiting.
“Are you okay, Miss? Sir?”
Frank looked over at her. “You okay?” She could see the ghost of a smile play at his lips.
“I’m okay.”
Frank grinned at the security guard. “We’re okay.”
He stepped aside as the guards rushed into the elevator to ensure its safety.
“I’m working late again on Tuesday,” he said to Emily. Loud enough, she realized, for the guards to hear. “If you want, I’ll wait for you. Make you sure you go down safely.”
She smiled at his choice of words.
“I look forward to it.”
