Nights of Temptation

The Elevator

Maya sighed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clutching the stack of reports like her life depended on it. It was nearly midnight, and she was still stuck in the office, cleaning up the mess Ethan had left behind. It's always Ethan making a mess and somehow getting away with everything.

She stepped into the sleek elevator and pressed the lobby button. Just as the doors slid shut, a familiar voice called out.

“Hold the doors.”

Her stomach sank as Ethan slipped inside, tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled, grinning at her like always.

“Working late?” he asked, pressing a button.

“Some of us don’t have the luxury of charming our way out of real work,” she snapped, but her voice lacked enough bite. The truth was, she’d noticed his charm too, more than once but she just hated admitting it.

The elevator hummed to life and silence pressed between them thick with unspoken tension. Then the lights flickered.

“What the….” Maya gasped as the elevator jolted, jerking them both off balance. She stumbled, crashing into Ethan’s chest.

He caught her, his arms firm around her waist and then the lights went out completely, plunging them into darkness.

“s**t,” she whispered.

“Relax.” His breath brushed her temple. “It's probably just a power outage.”

“Relax? We’re between floors.”

His chuckle vibrated against her body. “It could be worse, you know? You could be stuck with someone boring.”

She shoved at his chest, but the space was too tight, and his scent was too close, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow.

Minutes dragged on, and the tension grew unbearable. Their breathing sounded louder in the dark, syncing. Every brush of his body against hers sparked something in her.

Finally, Ethan’s voice dropped, low and rough. “Maya… you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

She froze confused, her pulse hammering. “Do what?”

“This.” His mouth crashed onto hers, fierce and hungry. She gasped, then melted into it, kissing him back with all the pent-up frustration she’d carried. Their tongues danced together, wet and desperate. He pressed her against the cold wall, his fingers finding her bare skin.

She moaned but the sound was swallowed by his kiss. Her blazer slipped off, crumpling to the floor. His hands cupped her breasts through her bra as his thumbs rubbed her n*****s until they peaked hard.

“f**k,” she panted. “Ethan…”

“Say my name again,” he growled, kissing down her throat, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

“Ethan….ahhh,” she gasped, clawing at his shirt, tugging at his buttons until she felt his hot skin. Her fingers slid down, finding his belt. He groaned as she unbuckled it, her hand wrapping around his c**k through his boxers. He was already thick and hard, straining for her.

“Jesus, Maya,” he hissed, thrusting into her hand.

She pushed his pants down, stroking him as he yanked her skirt up. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her. He hooked his fingers in the fabric and ripped them aside, growling when his fingers slid through her dripping folds.

“So wet for me already.”

“Shut up,” she whispered, though her hips rocked against his hand, begging for more.

He pushed her panties down, then lifted her easily, pressing her back to the wall as he lined his c**k up with her entrance.

The first thrust stole her breath. He slid in deep, stretching her, filling her until her p***y clenched tight around him.

“f**k,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He thrust again, harder and faster, the wet sound of her p***y echoing in the dark. She bit her lip to keep from crying out too loud, but the slick slap of their bodies was impossible to hide.

“God, you feel perfect,” he grunted, pounding into her. His hips driving up, hitting her deep, her c**t grinding against his pelvis with every thrust.

She clung to him, panting and sweating as her orgasm built fast and sharp.

“Don’t stop…please, I'm so f*****g close,” she begged, grinding down on him.

He slammed harder, his c**k stretching her wide, pushing her over the edge. Her climax ripped through her…her body shaking, her p***y clenching tight around him as her c*m spilled down her thighs.

Her release dragged him with her. With a harsh groan, Ethan buried himself deep and came inside her, hot c*m spilling in thick pulses, leaking around his c**k as he kept thrusting, f*****g deeper into her.

They clung to each other, panting in the dark, the smell of s*x thick in the small space. c*m dripped messily between her thighs, soaking her inner legs.

And then the lights flickered back on.

The elevator came back to life. Panic shot through them as they scrambled to get decent…her skirt yanked down, his pants zipped, both of them flushed, clothes wrinkled and lips swollen.

The doors slid open to reveal a stunned security guard.

Maya and Ethan stepped out quickly, avoiding his eyes, both flushed with heat and guilt.

But Maya knew that she’d never look at Ethan the same way again.