The elevator ride started with stolen glances and ended with Crista pressed between two sculpted bodies, her breath hitching between heated whispers and wandering hands. The floor numbers blinked by, but no one was watching—too busy indulging in a different kind of ascent. A bite to her lip, a hand in her hair, the sweet ache of pleasure that left her legs shaking long before they reached their floor. And when the doors finally slid open, Crista lay on the floor in a puddle of lust, the evidence of their little detour still lingering on her skin. Whoever said the best things happen behind closed doors clearly never got stuck in an elevator. 😉
XOXO Ashleigh
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