When I can’t stand another second, I spin her around until I’m able to cage in her smaller body. As soon as my hand shoots out to slam the emergency stop button on the panel, the elevator jerks to a halt. My mouth coasts over hers before sliding to her jawline and nipping the point of her chin. And then I’m moving along the delicate column of her throat. I lick the pulse that flutters beneath the fragile skin. My hands rise to cup her breasts, squeezing the rounded softness before pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress. It doesn’t take long before they stiffen right up. Unable to
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