Chapter 1
I roll my suitcase into the opening but suddenly realize the elevator isn’t empty. I look up and freeze while my brain blips out.
My lips part as I take in what is possibly the sexiest man I’ve ever encountered…
one who looks exactly like the type of man that my younger self would have jumped into bed with and regretted.
His clothes are fairly generic — blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket draped over his arm — but his bulging biceps and tattoos peeking out from under his shirt sleeves have my body singing.
His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, and heat floods my face. My mind still isn’t working properly. What am I doing here?
The man takes a step back and moves over, as if he believes I’m hesitating because he’s in my way, and the flush creeps all the way to the roots of my hair.
When I continue to stand there gawking at him, the corner of his mouth quirks up and his eyes sparkle. “Going up?”
His cool tone of voice doesn’t match his facial expression, and my pussy throbs from the undercurrent of dominance in those two words. Holy fuck.
Coming back to my senses, I lurch forward and stagger but right myself before I fall flat on my face. “Um, yeah…going up.”
I wheel my suitcase in, press the button for my floor, and stand next to Mr. Gorgeous as the elevator door closes.
All the hairs on the side of my body closest to him stand at attention, and I swear I can feel warmth radiating from him.
Wetness leaks into my panties, and I clench my thighs together.
Jesus, I need to calm the fuck down. I’m not the same person I was in college, but my body hasn’t gotten the memo.
There’s been only one other person who I’ve ever responded to like this, and I’d rather not think of my asshole ex-boyfriend, Kurt, on my anniversary weekend.
If he was even a boyfriend. We just fucked a lot…
filthy, mind-blowing sex that I’ve tried to forget after all these years.
Why is this guy making me think of Kurt? I’ve been happily married to Trent for seven years now. I shouldn’t be dripping wet for some rando in an elevator, and I definitely shouldn’t be remembering Kurt’s face above mine as I exploded around his cock multiple times in one night.
As the elevator ascends, the space inside feels smaller, as if the guy is sucking up all the oxygen.
Don’t look at the guy…don’t look at the guy.
I can’t help myself and give him the side eye.
Fuuuuuck, I want to skim my hands up those arms and check out what he’s got under his shirt.
If his arms are this buff, I bet he’s got a six-pack.
His pose is relaxed, and he oozes self-confidence and serenity.
I look at his face, and a jolt of lust heads straight to my pussy when I lock eyes with him.
The blue depths harden with a speculative gleam as he scans the full length of my body.
Oh shit, he’s checking me out, as well. I guess it’s only fair since he caught me doing the same thing.
I almost jump when the elevator dings that we’ve arrived at my floor, and I giggle nervously.
As I leave the elevator, his “Have a good night” is a deep rumble that stirs a longing inside me.
Since I’m probably never seeing this guy again, why not have some fun? Turning my head to look over my shoulder at him, I smile coyly and use my most seductive voice. “Oh, I always do.”
His answering grin has me tingling all over as the door glides closed.