The elevator dinged, breaking the spell that had been cast over us. Enzo waved a hand, all gentlemanly as he gestured for me to step into it. Just like that, the flickers of danger I’d seen in his eyes were gone.

“After you,” he said.

I stepped onto the elevator and refused to look over my shoulder. The way Enzo stared daggers into my back, I felt as if that’s what he wanted; to see some kind of fear on my face. However, I wasn’t going to give that shit to him. I turned around, and he stepped beside me. He pressed the P button, lifted a black box, and typed in his password quickly before he let the box shut and the elevator began to ascend.

5135. I need to remember that.

Enzo turned to me, and I raised a brow. “What? Is there something on my f—”

His hand crashed against my mouth, covering it while the other shoved into my pants. My eyes widened as he stroked my hard, aching cock through my boxers. The soft fabric rubbing against my erection was almost too much to take. My body responded instantly, my hips jutting forward as he stroked me while gazing into my eyes.

“Cum for me,” he demanded. “Before this elevator reaches the penthouse, I want your boxers flooded.”

My heart leaped into my throat. What the hell?

He grinned, the unassuming facade breaking just for a moment as I saw the devil in his eyes. “If I’m going to fuck you, I’m not interested in you shooting your load and getting tired before we even get going. You’ll cum before we start, or you’ll leave.”

My back slammed against the wall. In the mirrors of the elevator, I groaned at the image of him stroking me inside of my jeans like it was nothing. Enzo slipped his hand free and opened them up, coaxing my cock out before he stroked me harder and faster. What am I doing here? My thoughts were forced back to reality quickly as Enzo’s fingers toyed with me.

“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned against the heat of his palm. “You’re insane.”

“No talking,” he demanded. “Cum or get the hell out of my sight.”

My eyes drifted to the numbers on the elevator as it rose. We were fast approaching floor thirty. When my eyes met Enzo’s again, he tilted his head.

“There are only forty-seven in the building,” he answered without me even having to ask. “You’re running out of time.”

Shit. The fact that he was imposing a time limit only made it that much worse. My cock throbbed in his expert grasp as my heart pounded so hard it was all I could hear. The ache in my balls overtook the ache in my arm as Enzo held my gaze and stroked me right to the edge.

“—uck!”

My breathing stopped as my eyes rolled back, and I slumped against the wall. The feeling in my legs disappeared, and I knew I was going to hit the ground, but I forced myself to stay upright. Had it really been that long since someone had touched me? Pleasure traveled up and down my spine, and I knew the answer to that was hell yes, it really had been forever.