KAYLA

Our tongues collided against each other, each seeking dominance in a very wet and slurpy kiss.

The private elevator became a vacuum of sound and heat, the only noise was our uneven breathing.

As the kiss deepened and became much more demanding, he reached over, his eyes locked on mine, and slammed his palm against the mirror behind me, caging me completely. The elevator was filled by the consuming heat of our arousal. The thought that the door could slide open at any moment, and we could get caught was at the farthest part of my mind.

"I've been thinking about the way you would taste for three hundred...