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and marveled at how fit he was.  This was a man who worked out often.  His muscles pressed against his shirt.  I reached for his nipples and gave them a hard pinch, and was delighted when he let out a low groan. 
    I wasn’t about to stop there.  I slipped my hands across his muscled torso, smoothed them down his arms, and felt him respond to my touch when his biceps tightened.  Before going for his crotch, I flashed my eyes up to meet his, but saw that they were closed and that he was waiting for something more.  And so I cupped his bulge in my hand, felt how large he was, how heavy and rock hard he was, and when I did, his eyes opened.  With a mischievous smile, he licked his lips, and then steadied himself against the wall while I stroked his length.
    He’s too big , I thought.
    You wanted something small?
    Not exactly….
    Then enjoy it.
    I did. 
    But then the elevator doors slid shut, and Chance reached out to press one of the buttons. 
    As the elevator began to lift again, I fell back into his arms as he kissed me with such purpose, it was as if he intended to eradicate me, layer by layer, until nothing was left.  When I looked at him, I could see the desire in his eyes, which was palpable.  He lowered his hand to his side and pressed it against my inner thigh.  Quickly—so quickly that it alarmed me—he started to lift my dress. 
    “Here?” I asked.
    “Why not here?”
    With a roughness that excited me, he found the edge of my panties, gave them a tug, pulled them down, and knelt in front of me.  When he did, my mind went blank.  Time seemed to stretch, speed up, and slow all at once.  Was this really happening?  I felt disoriented—and deliriously turned on.  He buried his face between my legs, and I felt his tongue press against me as my head arched back in a rush of pleasure.
    “Take me,” I said.
    “How?”
    “I don’t care.  I just want you.”
    “Tell me how….”
    “However you want.  Please.”
    “The elevator is going to stop soon….”
    “Stop teasing me.  Just do something.”
    “Like this?”
    Again, he brushed his tongue so lightly over my clit that it was a kind of agony.  Unable to stand it and wanting more, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him toward me until his tongue slipped inside of me.  In that moment, at the very instant my body came alive, the lights in the elevator seemed to dim.  I let go of his hair, cupped my full breasts in my hands, and squeezed them.  It was then that I saw, just above us in the corner of the elevator, a tiny red light trained down on us.  It was a camera—it had to be—and it was concealed behind a bulbous orb of two-way glass.  We were under surveillance—of course we were.  Somewhere in the building, we were being watched.
    Before I could react, the elevator started to slow, and as it did, he pulled away from me, lifted my panties into place, and then fixed my dress.
    “We’ll finish this in a minute,” he said.
    I was too caught up in the moment to speak.  Too high from what had just happened to find any words.  Instinctively, I checked my dress to make sure that I was covered. 
    When the elevator doors slid open, he looked at me.  “Would you like that drink now?”
    “I’m no longer interested in it.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “You know why.”  I nodded toward the open doors.  “So, let’s go.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    We stepped out of the elevator and into an empty, beautifully appointed hallway decorated with gilt-framed paintings and several mahogany tables.  On the tables, were vases overflowing with freshly cut peonies, which smelled intoxicating to me, and expensive-looking lamps that cast soft pools of light onto the intricate, gold-and-red carpet that stretched ahead of us, seemingly into infinity. 
    Given the sheer distance between each door we passed, it was clear that we were indeed at the penthouse level and that the suites here were enormous.
    “I’m the