Free Surviving Brooklyn (Brooklyn Series Book 1) by Elizabeth York Page B

out.”
    I swallowed hard as the elevator took its time rising to the top to get me. My palms grew sweaty as he came closer to me.
    “You stay away from him,” I said firmly. “If it came to a choice, I would lay down my life for him. Under no circumstances should it be the other way around.”
    He had not even admitted that he had done anything; he merely implied things that made me uncomfortable. I was alone and defenseless.
    “I am not in the habit of ripping out hearts, ma’am.”
    The elevator grew louder, and I knew it would be there momentarily. This was the do or die moment people talk about. They say it is either fight or flight, but they forget the third option—freeze. When facing an intense situation, people either fight, run, or they freeze. I was frozen.
    He reached into his pocket and my body began to tremble with anxiety. He pulled something out, very slowly. The elevator door opened and the little boy with my phone walked out with his mother. They walked between me and the security guard, and I backed into the elevator as the security guard smiled. The doors began to close, and he threw something inside.
    I looked to the floor to see what it was. There were tons of dead-headed blue forget-me-nots. I fell to the floor and let the adrenaline run through me. My body was shaking so much that I had no control.
    When I arrived on the eighty-sixth floor, I glanced up to see Mark and a dozen police officers waiting. Mark scooped me up in his arms and held me as the adrenaline coursed through me fiercely.
    “Are you all right?” he asked, noticing the flowers on the floor. I nodded, but words wouldn’t come.
    Mark took me onto a secondary elevator after shouting orders. He set me down inside, and looked me over. Something on my face must have given me away. Because he asked the attendant to step out and then we were alone as the door closed.
    Mark’s expression changed from concern to anger in a split second after he saw I was all right. I pushed him against the elevator and grabbed his face. I pulled his lips to mine. As his tongue dove into my mouth, his flavor hit me and sent me reeling for more.
    I grabbed his belt and loosened it as he pushed the emergency stop button. He pressed me against the elevator wall and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down. When I couldn’t take it anymore, he unzipped my knee-high boots. I pulled him back up to me with one boot on and one boot off. My jeans matched with one leg on and one leg off.
    I unzipped his pants and dove my hand inside while my other hand worked to free his cock. I dropped to my knees as his pants fell. He moved to the back wall and gripped the railing as I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.
    The large purple head appeared as angry as the rest of him. I licked him from balls to head and looked up. His eyes were dilated, his breathing rushed. He no longer looked angry. He placed his hand on the back of my head and showed me the rhythm he liked as I flattened my tongue and took him to my throat.
    I took my time in tasting him, using my hand to follow my mouth as he was too long to get him all the way inside. I tightened my grip and he released my hair to hold the rail.
    I tasted the pre-cum and wanted to give him more. I tremored with my own need until he vibrated right out of my mouth. I continued to pump him, but he must have felt as I did.
    He pulled me off of him and lifted me to my feet in one swift move. He spread my legs, pushed my panties aside and immediately pushed his hardened cock inside me. The initial stretch burned and had me gasping for breath. I gripped his shoulders. I needed this, and I needed him.
    “Condom.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke. I didn’t want him to pull out of me.
    “Pill,” I whispered, as I grabbed his head to bring his mouth over mine. He picked me up and took the few steps to the wall and placed me against it. He pushed in and out of me as he kissed my neck. I moaned in his ear as I clawed at his