#Chapter 134 – Alone at Last

Christian and I don’t even make it to the penthouse. No, I’m already up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist while we’re still in the elevator. Christian groans roughly as he works to push my coat off, his mouth pressing hot against my neck. “Stupid fucking coat,” he growls, “should have left it behind –“ I laugh, a little hysterical with the freedom of it all, and press my hands to his cheeks, lifting his mouth again to mine, wanting to kiss him, wanting to lose myself in the way his lips feel against mine. He groans, giving up on the coat and giving in to me. We barely notice when the elevator doors open to the little penthouse hallway because Christian’s got my back pinned against the wall of the elevator, one hand slipping up my thigh beneath my dress. But when the doors ding again and start to slide shut, Christian tears his face from mine and kicks a foot out, stopping them. “Let’s get inside,” he growls, angry at the interruption, and I laugh with delight as he