STORY 11: FUCKING IN THE ELEVATOR

Chapter 1 The elevator doors slid shut with a soft thud, and suddenly it was just me and him, the air felt heavier the second we were alone. I pressed my back against the wall, pretending to scroll through my phone, but my body betrayed me, my chest was tight, my breathing shallow, every nerve buzzing because I could feel him. He stood beside me, close enough that the heat of his body seeped into mine,Icould smell him, clean soap mixed with something darker, masculine, the kind of scent that made my thighs press together without me realizing it. The elevator hummed as it started moving, but inside it was silent. My eyes flicked up, catching his reflection in the steel panel. His jaw was tight, his hand flexing at his side like he was fighting something. I shifted, my shoulder brushing his arm. Just that tiny contact sent a jolt straight between my legs. My pussy clenched, wetness gathering embarrassingly fast. He noticed, I saw it in the way his eyes dropped to where my chest rose and