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steel doors closing her in
    came to an abrupt halt when an arm thrust
    itself in between them. Her breath caught
    at the small glimpse of lime green. She
    had often fantasized about this—an
    elevator romp with Mr. Sexy. Standing up,
    bent over, or on the ground. Every time
    her orgasm was quick and mind blowing.
    He stepped in bringing the fresh
    aromas of his coffee and his spicy
    aftershave. After pressing his finger
    against the number thirty-two, he made his
    way to the opposite side of the car.
    The moment he settled into his spot
    his eyes locked on her, sending a tingle up
    and down the length of her body. It
    intensified when he focused all his
    attention on her face. Her stomach
    fluttered, and she felt a rush of heat travel
    up her neck to her cheeks.
    He rested casually against the wall,
    his coffee flush against his chest and his
    black dress pants hugging his tight bottom.
    Boxers or briefs? She would probably
    never know.
    They rode in silence, but his eyes
    stayed focused on her body. The slight
    rattle within the elevator shaft provided
    the only noise to focus on. Damn! Her
    body craved the touch of a man. Trying to
    ease the ache between her legs, she
    squeezed tight. If she could have his touch,
    just one touch, oh how satisfied she would
    be.
    She was mid-sip when the elevator
    lurched to a stop.
    “Shit! Fuck!”
    It went completely dark before the
    soft glow of the generator lights
    illuminated the space. This couldn’t be
    happening. She braced herself up against
    the wall, her cup shaking in her hand, and
    felt the rise of panic.
    “Please
    tell
    me
    this
    isn’t
    happening?” Of all the scenarios she
    could dream up, she’d never expected her
    first words to Mr. Sexy to be spoken out
    of terror.
    “’Fraid so.” He approached the
    control panel and opened up the small
    cabinet.
    He picked up the receiver and
    spoke, but the pounding of her heart
    drowned him out. She held on to her cup
    for dear life as the space closed in around
    her.
    “Are you all right?”
    “Fine,” she spit out in between
    gasps. “Just a little claustrophobia, no big
    deal.” She paced the elevator with
    unsteady legs. “We need to get out of here.
    Right now!”
    “They said they would get us out as
    soon as possible.”
    His voice was calming underneath
    the frenzy of emotions running through her.
    Approaching her with caution, he grabbed
    her arms, holding her steady, and captured
    her gaze. “It’s going to be okay.”
    She lost sense of everything around
    her. A different type of disorientation
    replaced the raging panic that came with
    her fear of enclosed spaces. A butterfly-
    inducing haze began the moment he came
    into close proximity.
    “Let me take that. You’re shaking.”
    He grabbed the drink out of her hand and
    placed it on the floor in the corner beside
    his own. She hadn’t even noticed he’d put
    his down.
    She returned to pacing, her mind
    racing. “This is no good, Becks. This isn’t
    the way to start a new day. Not to mention
    you finally get to talk to Mr. Sexy and
    you’re acting like a crazy woman that just
    escaped…”
    He chuckled under his breath. Oh,
    God! Did she say that out loud? Add
    embarrassment to her list of symptoms.
    What about mortification?
    “Is there something I can do for
    you?”
    Sure. Two minutes ago she was
    willing to lift her skirt and bend over for
    him, but now she just wished she could be
    somewhere else, anywhere else.
    “Distract me.”
    “Distract you?”
    “Yeah.” She continued to wear out
    the marble floor, his eyes following her
    every move. “I just need to relax. If you
    distract me, then I won’t have time to think
    about where I am and what will happen.”
    “I can do that.” He folded his arms
    across his chiselled chest. “Mr. Sexy?”
    She burst out laughing. “Sorry. I
    just…I see you all the time, and you’re
    very attractive. I’ve always wanted to tell
    you how good that lime green is on you. It
    suits