The elevator door closed. Facing forward, she casually slid to position herself perfectly in front of my bulge, back arched. If we were unclothed, I would have been inside her.
I felt her heat through my slacks as my nails bit into my palms. Fists at my sides. Desperation.
Breathing.
I leaned forward, the slightest pressure. She pushed back. Firm. Radiating heat.
One. Solid. Second.
Ding
The door opened.
I stride forward, pick her up and push my full weight into her at the wall. Her feet lifting off the floor, knee lifted between her legs. She grinds my thigh and I breathe on her chin, waiting to see who bites first.
She does.