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Her face flushes so fast and so bright its glow practically lights up the whole elevator.

‘Ahhh… I see… You don’t do that either, do you?’ I laugh, not out of callousness but out of wonder.

This woman… so much I can teach her.

‘I told you already.’ Her gaze drops to her lap, where her thumb is brushing back and forth over the top of her thigh. ‘I don’t have time.’

‘It only takes a minute.’

Her eyes flick up, but not all the way – they come to rest on my crotch. It’s too dim in here to see I’m sporting full wood, but my dick feels the intensity of her gaze like a giant wet tongue licking it from root to tip. ‘For guys, maybe.’

Okay. That does it. Getting stuck in an elevator with this woman today has obviously been predestined. If anyone needs to learn the power of her own body, it’s Holly Vincent. If anyone needs a good orgasm, it’s her.

This is her lucky day.

‘What if I told you I could give you one now? Fast and easy. No strings.’

Her breath hitches, and she blinks. Her mouth drops open. I try not to think about all the things I could do to that mouth. She draws her knees up. ‘That’s… preposterous,’ she splutters, but it’s too late; I already heard that little hitch. ‘If you think I’m getting naked in here with you then?—’

‘You can stay fully clothed,’ I interrupt.

‘What?’

‘So will I.’

She stares at me like I’ve gone crazy, and for a moment I think maybe I have, too. I want to see her naked so fucking bad.

‘I won’t kiss you. Hell, I’ll barely even touch you. I just need my hand.’ I hold it up and wiggle the fingers. ‘That’s all.’

I can settle for her wet and slippery against my fingers, if that’s what it takes to touch her. And hearing my name bounce off these walls as she comes her brains out won’t exactly be a hardship, either. She stares at my fingers as if hypnotised for a beat before giving herself a shake.

‘No, thanks. I have no desire to be bragged about at your next jam session.’

Her loaded dismissal is a barb to my chest. I do not brag about women. That’s just plain disrespectful – my momma taught methat. My gaze locks with hers, and I shake my head very slowly, very deliberately.

‘What happens in the elevator stays in the elevator.’

Her ragged breathing is loud in the silence that grows as her legs slide down to stretch out in front again. Her hand snakes between her thighs as she chews on her bottom lip.

She’s actually thinking about it…

My cock is hard as stone, the teeth of my zipper biting into the taut flesh as her head turns and she stares at the doors. Oh, yeah baby, she wants it.

‘They could… come at any moment.’

‘No.’ The only person coming here is her. I hope. ‘Not for a couple of hours.’ I throw her one of my most irritatingly cocky smiles. ‘I could give you a dozen in that time.’

Her nostrils flare, but she shakes her head. ‘This is… ridiculous.’

She’s so, so close. I can tell she wants to say yes. The flush in her cheeks betrays her arousal, her curiosity. I fold my arms at my sides like wings and flap. ‘Bok. Bok. Bok.’

She purses her lips, obviously unimpressed, but there’s a lot of thinking going on behind those pretty eyes. ‘So you just… give me an… orgasm… and that’s it?’

I sincerely fucking hope not, but if that’s the way she wants it. ‘Yep.’ I nod. ‘I put my hand down your pants—’ Her eyes widen, and I smile. She is so ripe for this I swear I can already smell how wet she is. ‘And I make you come so hard you’ll see angels. And then I’ll take my hand out and sit back over here and we can… talk about the weather.’

But if I play my cards right, she’s going to want a hell of a lot more, like seeing how much harder she can come on my cock. ‘Whaddya say, Doc?’ I waggle my fingers again.

She swallows. ‘I… I…’ But her eyes are on my hand and they’re all jittery, and her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I have her. I know I do.