When she lifts her head again, her pupils are dilated, her teeth creating dents in her bottom lip. “Everything,” I huff, dropping my forehead to hers. Her gaze is zeroed in on my mouth and she’s breathing fast, like I’m having the same effect on her that she’s had on me since the night she stepped onto the tram. Both of the other men have moved to observe her from either side of us, visibly turned on by her arousal. They see she wants me and it’s a blast of confidence unlike any other. Confidence and gratitude and hunger.

Christ, I’m so fucking hungry for her.

“And us?” Banks prompts again, his voice an octave lower than before.

“Everything. As long as he’s…”

“First,” Tobias finishes for her. “We hear you.”

I can’t take my eyes off her, but I’m aware of Tobias’s hand sliding down her back. Slowly. Then he steps behind her completely, taking both sides of her ass in his hands. Lifting her up. “Up we go, Elise,” he says, hoarsely—and out of nowhere, her legs are wrapped around my hips, her mouth on level with mine, eyelids heavy.

I’m suspended in disbelief. Mine? Actually mine? That’s all my brain can muster before Banks uses his grip in her hair to guide her forward, her lips meeting mine and melting me, just fucking melting me completely. So much that my knees temporarily forget to work and I fall back against the wall of the elevator, her tongue working into my mouth and stroking along the left edge of my tongue, withdrawing, giving the same treatment to the right side. And my dick was already hard, but now it’s so stiff, my eyes are beginning to water.

“Do you like this?” she says, tightening her thighs around me and rolling her hips, her pussy flush with my erection and I moan like I’m dying. I’m dying. I’m dying.

“I love it so much. Just…” Calm down. Focus. “Give me a minute before you do it again.”

“Dear God, he’s not going to last five minutes,” Tobias mutters.

“Shut up,” Elise gasps against my mouth, going back in for more and I give it to her, as much as she wants. I kiss her like I’ll drop dead if we stop. Although…

“He’s right,” I manage, panting, my balls drawn up so tight, they feel like a chin strap. “It’s been too long. I’m halfway there just looking at you.”

Elise searches my eyes and nods. “It’s okay.” She rotates her lower body again and I hold my breath, ordering my balls to play it cool, but how am I supposed to do that when the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met is grinding on me, choosing me, bringing me back to life after being numb for so long? “Bring me to the room.” Her teeth graze the underside of my jaw, hips rolling and snapping, flooding me with more lust than I’ve ever experienced in my life. “So I can take care of this.”