Nights In Black Leather. Noelle Mack

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      “Never.”

      He jabbed at the button for his company’s floor with his thumb. She watched him, thinking about the male approach to machinery. All men generally assumed that things were supposed to work, and that light-up buttons did something, got results.

      The junior execs and stockbrokers in her Chicago financial tower liked to poke elevator buttons with the same vigor Adam displayed, trying to get to the high floors faster or hold open the doors for a buddy, but it never made any difference. Lara, being female, knew better. Elevators rose and fell because of the pull of the moon.

      He jabbed harder. Nothing happened. “Bloody hell. We’re stuck.”

      Lara gulped. The elevator was relatively spacious but being trapped in it with him was likely to get on her nerves. In a good way. In a get-my-clothes-off-and-fuck-me-now way. She had never done the deed in an elevator.

      She leaned against the paneling and smiled politely at him. “Give it a minute.”

      His eyes narrowed. “You’re unnaturally calm. I suppose you don’t mind being a captive.”

      She suppressed an immediate, interestingly submissive fantasy, in which she was in an even more confined space, naked, kneeling in front of him, also naked—standing with his big, muscular legs apart and—

      “I do, though,” he was saying. “I can’t stand to be penned up. Ever. Fuck. I admire your self-control.”

      She snapped back to reality. “Um, thanks.” He seemed to have grown larger somehow, his shoulders looking broader than before as he stared fiercely at the control panel and its rows of buttons. Hands on hips. Legs apart. She could do him like that. It would be fun.

      He took off his jacket and tossed it carelessly on the floor, then bent over to squint at the in-case-of-emergency instructions.

      Rock solid, she thought, giving his butt a discreet once-over while he wasn’t looking at her. His very male ass had those hollows at the side that she preferred, and curving muscle that would be great to hang onto while he gave her a hot, hard fuck.

      From behind. Or on top of her, spreading her legs really wide so he could go deep. No. Making her spread her legs wide. For him. Mmm. Oh yes. He would have the upper hand—she wanted him to. It was a fantasy she’d always wanted to explore.

      But not with any of the lethargic college dudes she’d dated. As for the stockbrokers and traders in Chicago, they didn’t cut it either. In general, they were too obsessed with themselves and their career trajectories. And a lot of them were too into coke, for that matter, and not the kind that was served over ice. So she was a virgin when it came to her deep, dark fantasies. Lara blushed.

      He straightened and looked at her. “Hot in here,” he said conversationally. “You’ve gone a bit red in the face.”

      “Have I?” Lara managed a prim little smile.

      “I’m really sorry about this, Lara,” he said, thoroughly exasperated. He folded his hand into a fist and slammed it against the panel. “Fuck!”

      “You can use the intercom to call the guard.” She pointed to the panel and a circle of holes in the polished steel that she assumed was an intercom.

      Adam scowled and jabbed the red button underneath the circle, speaking into it. “Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? The bloody fucking lift broke down—hello?”

      There was no reply. No electronic beep or boop. Not even the crackle of static.

      “Guess that’s broken too,” Lara said.

      He uncurled the fist and flexed his fingers. He’d used his left hand, so Lara noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, for what that was worth. Maybe Englishmen didn’t. But married men didn’t always bother with rings, in her experience. That was a park she definitely didn’t play in.

      Lara sighed and leaned against the wall, looking in her purse for her cell phone, then remembering that she hadn’t bought a sim card for it before she’d left. She had the phone but it was useless and she guessed that he didn’t have one on him, since he’d only come down to get her. She couldn’t very well pull out the laptop in her bag and e for help.

      It was getting hot in the stuck elevator, but at least her hair wasn’t so frizzy now. She patted it back into a semblance of a style, then straightened her skirt and pulled down her jacket.

      He looked at her while she did.

      His hazel eyes seemed to get darker, shadowed by the thick lashes. His gaze was restless and thoughtful at the same time, as if he was thinking about…the same thing she was thinking about. Adam Bowlin was totally masculine and incredibly sexy. She didn’t have to be trapped in a five-by-five foot space to appreciate just how sexy, of course, but it didn’t hurt. The outside world had effectively vanished and it was just the two of them, alone together. Her. Him. Behind closed doors.

      Lara pressed her thighs together, aware of the aroused moisture trapped by her panties. He could pull them down and taste that female sweetness with one big finger. He could move on and up to her nipples, which were straining against the sheer bra under her demure blouse. He could kiss her with passionate roughness and pull her skirt up so she could writhe around his mighty thigh and make herself come while he treated her to a bare-bottom spanking for being so bad.

      He could do anything he wanted to her. Fantasy was so fabulous. The absolute reverse of real. Standing up, she thought about being tied down and made to mind her manners; fully dressed, she thought about getting her clothes ripped off. She smiled at him, not so politely.

      They both straightened when they heard a distant clank.

      “There,” she said encouragingly. “Any minute now.”

      Adam scowled. Still somewhat lost in thought, he looked her over again…then reached out and gently tucked a lock of still-straggly hair behind her ear. “You’re very pretty, Lara,” he said with a smile.

      The elevator started with a jerk and she stumbled. He took her arm and kept her on her feet. The action was gentlemanly, but his firm touch sent a sensual thrill right through her. He held on until she was balanced and then let her go.

      They reached the uppermost floor at last without saying anything more, but Lara was completely flustered. She let out a ragged breath and smoothed her hair nervously as they exited.

      “You look fine, don’t worry. In fact, you look fantastic. Sorry I couldn’t see you until late, by the way. The day’s almost over, but my assistant had me scheduled for too many things. She’s waiting in my office.”

      “Oh.” He had an assistant—well, of course. But did it have to a female one? How unfair. Lara braced herself to be condescended to again. Unless Adam was really very intelligent and had a plain-looking assistant so he could get his work done without distraction.

      Lara didn’t particularly want to meet whoever it was at the moment. This was her interview, her big chance to impress Adam Bowlin, her opportunity to—just shut up. There had to be plenty of women buzzing around Adam Bowlin.

      “I’m looking forward to seeing the inner sanctum,” she said brightly. “Lead the way.”

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