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pressed the button for the ninety-ninth floor…just as Alex pressed Karabi’s
button by leaning forward and downward, moving his warm breath up and down the
length of her neck as if he were examining every inch of it, teasing her,
inhaling her.
    She glanced back up at him briefly and caught sight of the tiger
mask he was wearing before she looked straight ahead again. The fact that he
had the “face of a tiger” while wearing a fancy suit added to the sexual appeal
of the entire situation for Karabi and she could barely contain herself from
breaking out in cheetah spots. She was purring softly—against her will—but
fortunately the elevator’s motor also gave off a low hum, which drowned her
out. It took everything she had to keep her legs from going wobbly as she and
Alex swayed against each other with the movement of the elevator.
    The ride up was only supposed to be a little over a minute
but it was going to feel like a long way to the top.
    And Karabi was going up in flames.
    * * * * *
    Alex’s breath quickened and his cock twitched in his pants. He’d
always suspected Karabi had the figure of a lingerie model hiding under her
bulky clothes but now it was blatantly apparent in her cheetah-print gown,
which was formfitting, low-cut and strapless at the top, and long and flowing
from her hips down. The moment she’d stepped onto the elevator, even though she
was wearing a cheetah mask that covered most of her face above her mouth, he’d
recognized her. Those curves. That long, soft dark hair. Her spicy smell. They’d
kept him distracted at work for a month now. He’d probably be able to identify
that woman if he were blind and she were a mile away.
    He leaned forward to look down her dress and got an eyeful
of the tops of her round, light-brown breasts nestled enticingly in a tan
strapless bra. Then he got a whiff of her and couldn’t help but move in closer
to inhale her scent more fully. Why did she smell so fucking good? What the
hell kind of perfume was she wearing? He’d never encountered anything like it.
He hadn’t been able to help himself when she got on the elevator and fell
against him. It was as if a grilled steak had fallen into the lap of a starving
man. How long had he craved her touch? How many nights had he spent dreaming
about fucking Karabi until she cried out his name? And now he had her in his
hands, held tight against him.
    His cock lifted slightly and brushed against Karabi’s firm
bottom. Then she pulled away and his body instantly went cold without her
touch. He should have left her alone. That would have been the appropriate
thing to do in an elevator full of people. But tonight he felt anything but
appropriate. He moved forward, firmly pressing his semi-erect penis against the
curve of one of her ass cheeks, making it painfully clear that he was getting a
hard-on and he wasn’t trying to hide it. In answer she moved her bottom from
side to side against his crotch, slowly. Teasing. The touch was slight but
enough to let him know that she didn’t mind the intimate contact and in fact
welcomed it.
    It took seventy seconds to go to the top of Willis Tower. It
only took thirty seconds before Alex found himself with a full-on erection.
    Good god, this woman turned him on. Her very essence was hot
and compelling and aroused a sensation deep inside him. Something untamed,
hungry. A need he hadn’t known was there.
    He ran his hand up and down her side, exploring that part of
a woman he loved, the dip between her waist and her hip. Tracing her shape,
caressing her curves. The fact that any one of the people in the elevator with
them could turn around and see only made it even more arousing, mischievous.
They could look if they wanted to—he and Karabi were pretty much anonymous
faces in the crowd right now. He wasn’t sure he would have cared even if they
weren’t masked at the time.
    Alex rubbed his palm along the satiny material of her dress,
across her leg. What had made