Resisting Mr. Kane (London Mister #2)(47)

I jam my foot in the elevator before the door can close. “Did you hear me?”

She looks up, startled.

“Mr. Kane.” Ed reaches the elevator bank, slightly out of breath. “You have a meeting in Canary Wharf in thirteen minutes, and it’s a twenty-minute car ride. George is waiting outside.”

For fuck’s sake, who is chasing who here? Why does he have to be so good at his job all the time?

“In a minute, Ed,” I grind out, stepping into the lift. “I’ll be back up to get my stuff.” I jab the close button on the panel before he can respond.

The door slides back open but not because of Ed.

“It’s full,” I growl at the poor paralegal in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Sorry, sir,” he stammers, scuttling backwards.

I hit the button again and we ascend in the steel box filled with the sound of our ragged breaths. Elly stands as far away from me as any human possibly could in an elevator, pressing her body flat against the opposite chrome wall. She inspects the panel of buttons with meticulous detail.

“Look at me,” I say sharply. I have roughly twenty seconds for this elevator to descend twenty floors.

Her eyes slam into mine.

“You want me as much as I want you,” I say, my voice thick with months of pent-up sexual frustration. “I’ll make sure our relationship doesn’t reflect badly on you at Madison. Let me give you what you want.”

“There’s nothing between us.”

“Bullshit.” I slam my hand against the red button making the elevator jerk to a halt.

“What are you doing?” she stutters, blinking rapidly.

I take a step forward, closing the gap between us. I take another step into her personal space, cautiously, allowing her time to push me away.

I’m close enough to touch her now. Another step, and I’ll be close enough to lift up her dress, pull her pants to the side and bury myself deep inside her. My cock strains in my trousers.

“I need you so damn badly,” I say hoarsely.

“Why?” she asks, eyes wide.

“You’re everything I could ever want in a woman.”

My truthful answer seems to shock her.

“I’m not, Tristan,” she says almost sadly. “You don’t know everything about me.”

“Let me learn everything about you.”

She bites her lip as if my answer troubles her. “I can’t be just a fling.” She narrows her eyes. “I can’t handle that. It’s all or nothing.”

“I’ll take all,” I say without a second’s thought.

For a moment we just stare at each other. Then I’m on her, caging her with my arms as I push her against the wall of the elevator, thrusting my erection hard against her stomach. I lower myself slightly until my cock is centred into the apex of her legs. That’s the spot.

A small whimper escapes her lips as she throws her arms around my neck. Surrounding to her own lust.

Christ, I don’t know if I can handle this now it might finally be mine.

My open mouth comes down on hers and her lips open to let my tongue in. I explore her mouth hungrily, desperately, like a teenage boy having his first kiss. My hand finds the thick mass of her hair in the ponytail and frees it so it spills down her back.

Her hand slides down my thighs finding my thick swollen cock. She moans softly as she feels how hard I am for her. Her fingers curl around me from the outside of my trousers and I jerk. There’s too much fabric between us. I slam my hips into her, grunting into her mouth.

Her thighs part and she curls a toned leg around my waist, her dress riding up her thighs. I grab her thigh, yanking it tight around my waist so that I can line my hardness up directly with her pussy underneath the panties. I can feel she’s wet through the underwear. My dick pushes painfully against it. Too much fucking fabric.

She grinds against my hardness bringing herself close, little jerky moans echoing in the elevator.

I stare down, my forehead pressed tight against hers.

Elly’s lips part and she lets out a moan that makes me drop to my knees. I want to please this woman more than I’ve ever wanted to in my life.

Hoisting up her tailored dress, I roll the flimsy black lace knickers down her thighs. Her fingers curl into the roots of my hair and pull hard as I gently separate her thighs and find her clit with my tongue.

“Ah!” Her legs buck in my grasp, and I hold her steady. She releases another desperate moan that makes me wild.

Just as I think I’m going to get her there, Elly stiffens, staring down at me.

“I shouldn’t be doing this here,” she rasps, pushing me away.

I get to my feet, dazed as she yanks up her underwear and pulls down her dress.

“I’m late for a meeting,” she stutters, pushing past me to jab the panel. The elevator jerks to life again and she repeatedly presses the button for the next floor.

The doors slide open and I come to, realising I’m in the elevator of my company building trying to make my junior lawyer come. “Sorry,” I manage hoarsely. “I forgot where we were.”

She evacuates the elevator in a rush.

I draw in a frustrated breath and slam the button for the twentieth floor. I have twenty floors to steady both my throbbing cock and my hammering chest.

I need to get my belongings and work out how to make the twenty-minute journey to Canary Wharf in five minutes.