Chapter Four The Elevator
Harpers POV
B y late afternoon, Im fraying.
The weight of the day presses on my chest, all sharp edges and buried tension. I grab my bag, shove my laptop inside, and head for the elevator.
I need out.
But the second I step inside, Evan follows. The doors slide shut. And just like that, the air changes.
It thickens with silence. With heat. With everything weve refused to say.
I feel his presence like a magnet, my body reacting before thought can catch up. My breath hitches. My nipples tighten. My legs feel unsteady.
The memory of that rooftop kiss slams into me like a wave. I keep my eyes locked on the floor numbers, willing them to move faster. They dont.
Hes too close.
Too much.
I exhale, voice clipped. If you have something to say, Mr. Michaels, just say it.
He smirks, tilting his head. That depends. Are you finally ready to talk to me?
I steel my spine. I do talk to you.
Professionally, he murmurs, stepping closer. Not personally .
Because theres nothing to discuss personally, I say, refusing to back down.
His eyes darken. I think thats a lie.
My throat tightens. Youre my boss.
He leans in, voice like velvet. And that stopped you from kissing me?
My entire body lights up at the memory. But its his voice, low and dangerous, that coils around my spine.
Then his teeth graze my earlobe, a soft bite that sends my sanity spinning.
It shouldnt have happened, I breathe. I let my emotions get the best of me.
I turn, desperate for space.
But his arm shifts. He doesnt touch mehe just blocks the exit. Still, the message is clear.
Every breath I take drags in his scent. Every inch of space between us is charged.
It didnt feel like a mistake, he says.
My heart pounds.
This is inappropriate.
Then why does it feel inevitable?
The words land like a match to gasoline.
Why do you fight what you want?
What are you doing, Evan?
His eyes scan my face, searching. Proving a point. That you feel this too.
Evan
I think about it too, he cuts in. Your mouth. Your hands. The way you looked at me that nightlike you needed me to ruin you. And I wanted to see your red lipstick smeared all over my cock.
My breath catches.
He steps closer. The space between us collapses.
Tell me, Harper. Are you still going to pretend you dont want this?
I squeeze my eyes shut. Stop .
He tilts my chin, gently but firmly.
You dont sound convincing.
And you dont sound like a man who respects boundaries, I snap.
He smirks. Then tell me to stop. If this isnt what you want.
I press back against the wall, my heart hammering.
I need to walk away. I need to say no.
But the words wont come.
This is a mistake, I whisper.
He leans in, his lips hovering over mine.
Then tell me what you want, Harper.
I open my mouth.
But silence answers.
Finally, I crack. I drop my bag. Our lips meet in a clash of need and frustration. He backs me into the wall, his hands gripping my waist like hell never let go.
Damn it, Harper, he breathes. You undo me.
His mouth is frantic, his fingers in my hair. I kiss him back with everything I have, my nails clawing into his back.
As the elevator descends, Evan hits the emergency button.
What are you doing? I gasp.
Giving us what we both want.
My stomach twists into knots as the elevator comes to an abrupt halt, the sudden stop causing me to stumble forward.
Evan catches me, muscular arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. I can feel the hard planes of his chest, the warmth of his breath on my neck, and my knees weaken at the sensation.
"You know you want this," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "We both do."
I want to deny it. But my body has a mind of its own, betraying my resolve.
" Evan ..." I breathe, my voice hoarse with desire.
He responds by nuzzling my neck, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses along my sensitive skin.
His hands roam freely, sliding up my thighs to lift my skirt. I gasp as he boldly caresses my core.
"Youre so wet, Harper," he whispers, his fingers teasing the edges of my lace panties.
"Have you been thinking about this too? Have you spent nights wondering what couldve happened after we shared that kiss?"
I could only nod, my face flush with embarrassment and arousal.
Evans touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I want more , need more , and the confined space of the elevator only adds to the excitement.
With a swift motion, hes pressing me against the wall, his body caging me in. His lips claim mine in a hungry kiss, demanding and possessive.
I open my mouth willingly, meeting his tongue with mine, our passion ignites like wildfire.
I feel his hands everywhere, tugging at my blouse, freeing my breasts from the confines of my bra. I arch into him, offering myself to his touch, as his skilled fingers roll my sensitive nipples. Pleasure courses through me, as I spin forward.
" Yes ," I moan, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He breaks the kiss, his breath hot against my lips. "I want to taste you, Harper. Get you off, and feel your sweet release against my lips.
I can barely form a coherent thought as he drops to his knees, his hands sliding down my thighs, urging me to step out of my laced panties.
I comply, my body trembling with anticipation as he puts my thong into his pocket and smiles up mischievously.
Evans eyes darken with desire as he gazes up at me. "Youre stunning," he rasps, his voice rough with need. "So beautiful and willing."
I bite my lip, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet incredibly aroused.
Evans hands part my thighs, his fingers brushing against my wetness, making me squirm. He leans in, his warm breath tickling my sensitive flesh, and then his tongue flicks out, tasting me for the first time.
The sensation is overwhelming. I grip the handrail, my knuckles turning white as I try to steady myself. Evans mouth is relentless, licking and sucking, his fingers joining in, thrusting inside me, driving me closer to the edge.
"Oh, Evan, please ..." I plead, my voice whimpering.
He seems to sense my impending release, his mouth working faster, his fingers curling and hitting all the right spots. I can feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure about to crash over me.
"Come for me, Harper," he urges, his voice thick with desire. "Let go."
His words are my undoing. I cry out, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Evan didnt stop, continuing to lap at my sensitive flesh, drawing out my orgasm until I am reduced to a quivering mess.
As my tremors subside, Evan stands, his eyes smoldering with satisfaction. He frames my face with his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears of pleasure that had escaped.
"That was just the beginning, Harper," he whispers, his voice laced with promise. "Im not done with you yet."
I could only nod, my body still humming with post-orgasmic bliss.
Evans hand reaches for the buttons, restarting the elevator. It jerks into motion. The numbers above flicker back to life. The moment shatters as the doors slide open with a soft ding.
And waiting for usa dozen wide-eyed employees.
The silence is deafening.
My stomach drops.
Panic chokes me.
I push past Evan, heat flooding my cheeks, shame tangling with shock.
Voices murmur. Eyes burn into me.
But I keep moving.
Because if I stop?
Ill fall apart.
Evans POV
I straighten my tie. Keep my expression unreadable.
I should move. Should leave.
But I dont.
Langley passes, brows raised. Private meeting?
I barely glance at him. Didnt schedule an audience.
He smirks. Next time, use your office.
I say nothing.
This isnt over.
Not even close.