As the elevator door closes, the air becomes charged with sexual tension. My heart pounds in my chest as I lean against the metal wall, my eyes locked with Kessler's. He stands just a few feet away.

We say nothing, but his eyes roam over my body, practically undressing me with his gaze. His hand reaches for me, and my knees grow weak. Then he crushes his lips against mine. I can't help but respond to his touch; every fiber of my being burns with desire, eager to embrace what he has planned for me.

His hands roam every part of my body, his erection pressing against me. Nothing else...