*Bianca*

The metal elevator walls hit my back, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of my dress and I don’t resist at all, panting as I arch my neck for his lips. He’s sucking a deep red hickey right over my pulse-point and I dig my hands into his back, clinging to his suit jacket.

I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him support me as he pins me and we are lost in a frenzy of passion and lust, unable to keep our hands off one another. The elevator dings, ...