ELARA.

He kissed me like he already owned the air in my lungs. Slow at first. Then deeper. His hand under my jaw kept my face tilted exactly where he wanted it while his tongue slid against mine and stole every coherent thought I had left.

When he finally pulled back I was breathing like I’d run up the stairs. He looked calm. Almost bored. The only tell was the dark flush high on his cheekbones and the hard line of his cock pressing against my hip through his trousers.

“Elevator’s locked,” he said. “Penthouse is soundproof. No one comes up unless I call them.” His thumb brushed the corner...