“Are you sure you were here for a business deal?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because this is a sex hotel. I think that’s the only reason people come here.”

“Then isn’t it good that we met here?” he asked, but before she could answer, he spun her around, so she faced the wall of the elevator as the lift chugged upstairs. He crowded her in, and she gripped the bar as he pressed his body against her, his firm chest flush with her spine, and his erection against her lower back. The hard, full, thick length of it.

She sighed happily, and grinned at him in the reflection, then pushed back against him, letting him know she liked what she felt.

“I’m glad you approve,” he said, in her ear, his voice low, raspy, and thoroughly intoxicating.

“Seems I do so far,” she said, as lust washed through her.

As the elevator soared, he tugged her in closer, and the heat in her core shot up. He traveled from her ear to the back of her neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that made her belly clench and her thighs tighten. His hands roamed down her sides to her waist, her hips, her thighs, as he ground against her backside, giving her a hint of what was in store. “What do you want me to do to you when we get in that room?” he said, and then she gasped when she felt his hand on the back of her knee, brushing his fingertips against her bare flesh.

“What are my choices?”

“Here are some options. Lick you, finger you, or fuck you?”

Her eyes floated closed as a wave of sparks shot through her body like a flare gun. She licked her lips. “I’m hungry. Can I have the one, two and three, please?”

“As you wish.” He moved his hand up her thigh, and she gripped the armrest harder because her legs felt wobbly from his touch. Then his palm was on her rear, and he teased at the lace of her panties with his fingers, trailing them along the edge, one finger hooking into the band. “You do have a fantastic fucking ass. Both cheeks are gorgeous,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said softly, loving his compliments.

The lift slowed as they neared the twenty-first floor.

“Almost there,” he mused as he brushed his fingers along the edge of her ass. Instinctively, she shifted her stance, opening wider, giving him access even if they were only in this elevator for ten more seconds. She wanted to be touched so badly it felt like a madness. Like she’d go insane if he teased her more with those fingers that seemed to know the path around her body. He dipped his thumb under her panties, then edged closer to where she was molten for him.

“And you are so fucking wet already,” he growled, lightly brushing his fingers over the damp scrap of fabric. Her back bowed, her body crying out for his touch. “Is this all from when I kissed you at the bar?”