Free All's Fair in Lust & War by Amber Page Page A

You want to have...?”
    “Sex in an elevator. Yes. It was all I could think about on the way down from David’s office this morning.”
    He shot up from his chair, excitement and desire dancing in his eyes. “Let’s go, then. I wouldn’t want your brain to be clogged with goo any longer than it needs to be.”
    * * *
    A short time later, Becky hit the lobby button so their elevator could resume its descent. Her brain was magnificently clear—and her thighs were wonderfully achy.
    Elevator sex was much more acrobatic than it looked in the movies. If Mark hadn’t been so wonderfully strong it wouldn’t have been possible at all.
    Becky peeked over at the man in question just in time to see him rubbing his biceps.
    “I guess you got your workout for the day, huh?”
    He smiled at her ruefully. “I think I did. Totally worth it, though.”
    Feeling strangely shy now that the deed was over, Becky blushed and looked up at the ceiling to avoid his eyes—only to find herself looking at a different kind of lens.
    “Oh, crap,” she breathed. “There’s a camera up there.”
    Mark’s jaw dropped. “What are you talking about?”
    She pointed. “There’s a camera. In the ceiling.”
    “Oh, well...” he said.
    “ Oh, well? I tell you we were just filmed having sex and you say, Oh, well? ” she squeaked.
    “Becky, look at me,” Mark said.
    Reluctantly, she did. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear.
    “I’m not ashamed of what we’ve done here. If someone wants to watch, let them,” he said. “Besides, no one ever looks at those tapes unless there’s a robbery or something.”
    Looking into the bottomless pits that were his eyes as she was, she couldn’t doubt his sincerity. He meant what he was saying. Deciding there was nothing she could do about it anyway, Becky nodded.
    “I guess you’re right,” she said, and reached up for one last kiss.
    Just then the elevator bell dinged.
    “Well, I guess that puts an end to the evening’s festivities,” Becky said as she pulled away and stepped out through the open doors into the marble lobby.
    “It doesn’t have to,” Mark replied. “You could come home with me.”
    For a brief moment Becky found herself wondering what it would be like to fall asleep in his arms. Heaven, probably. Better not to think about it.
    “Nah, I don’t think so,” she said, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. “I’ll leave you to your dreams. They’re bound to be steamier than anything I can come up with.”
    Mark let out a bark of laughter as he held the glass door open for her. “This from the woman who just propositioned me with elevator sex? I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, my dear.”
    “Well,” she said as she breezed past him, “I guess it’s up to you to top my idea, then. Better put your thinking cap on.”
    Blowing him a kiss, she strode off into the dark night, waiting until he was out of earshot to give in to the hysterical giggles that were bubbling at the back of her throat. Her sex-kitten act was going to need work if they kept this up very long.
    * * *
    Mark collapsed into the black leather massage chair in the creative conference room and closed his eyes, groaning out loud when the vibrating knobs found the tight spot between his shoulder blades.
    It had been another long day spent in meetings and reviewing his team’s work. He and Becky hadn’t even had a chance to think about their own assignments.
    This creative directing stuff was hard.
    He was just starting to relax, the tension in his back mostly gone, when his phone rang. When he saw who it was he groaned again. His stepfather always had had impeccable timing.
    Mentally steeling himself for a lecture, he hit the answer button.
    “Hi, Bill.”
    There was a pause as the man on the other side of the line took a sip from a clinking glass. “Hello, son.”
    Mark cringed. He hated it when Bill called him that.
    “What can I do for you, Bill?”
    “Oh,