Page 743 of One More Kiss

This time I’m not gentle, riding him fast and hard. My knees scrape against the harsh floor, probably leaving marks, but I couldn’t care less. I’m completely lost in need and desire for his body. I keep the pace up, riding him like a racehorse. Our moans and grunts mingle into one sensual sound that fills the small, dark space we are in.

I feel my sex clench again, the tingling feeling in my clit from rubbing against him becoming too much. My fingers dig into the skin on his neck while I reach my peak once more. My walls gripping onto him tightly as my whole body spasms with my release. Every muscle in my body locks up and releases again.

“Fuck,” he grunts, thrusting his hips upward, his cock throbbing within me, spilling his warm cum inside of me. Our movements slow, becoming nothing more than lazy strokes as we both enjoy the aftershock of the combined orgasm.

My body is exhausted, my bones feel like jelly, and my mind is in disarray. I rest my head on his shoulder and take a few breaths. That was the best sex of my life, and it was with a total stranger in an elevator. I can’t believe we just did this, but fuck, it felt good.

Unable to get up with my limbs not working, I stay on his lap, basking in post-orgasmic bliss. With his dick still inside of me, not giving a fuck if I’m making a mess all over him.

“I have to tell you, I’ve ridden this elevator plenty of times, but I’ve never had someone ride me in it,” he murmurs close to my ear, and I roll my eyes at him even though I know he can’t see me. I try to come up with a witty remark, but my endorphin-flooded brain hasn’t fully recovered yet.

When I catch myself falling asleep, I straighten up. I can’t go to sleep like this with his dick still inside of me. I try to make my legs move, but those suckers are already asleep. With my hands already on his shoulders, I’m about to push myself up when suddenly the light flickers on.

I squeeze my eyes shut, blinded by the bright overhead light. It takes me a minute before I’m able to keep my eyes open. When I do, his eyes lock with mine, his face only inches away.

“You’re even hotter after you orgasm.” He grins at me. Just then, the elevator moves again, and before I realize what’s happening, it stops, the door sliding open. Ding.

I look into the empty parking garage for a few seconds before I push myself up. Standing on shaky knees, I rearrange my clothes while trying to look everywhere but at the man I just had sex with. But when he steps right in front of me, I have no choice but to look. With his hair messed up and his shirt wrinkled, he looks thoroughly fucked.

“Anna,” he says, handing me my purse and coat.

“Paul.” I take them from him.

“That was one hell of an elevator ride.” He snickers.

I push past him and find my car like my ass is on fire. Struggling with the key fob, I get the door open and fall into the seat. Only then do I let myself breathe for a moment. God, that was so fucking amazing. It’s going to take weeks to get this Paul out of my system.

Starting the engine, I back out of my parking spot and make my way out of the garage. Ross is going to lose his shit when I tell him about this. Maybe I shouldn’t, knowing he is going to pull every little detail from my brain if I tell him.

I try to shove thoughts of Ross and Paul down and get my mind thinking about the new project again. Instead, I spend the entire way home with Paul’s words ringing in my ear.

“That was one hell of an elevator ride.”

Yes. Yes, it was.

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