How High

Dante

I study Eleni in the reflection of the chrome elevator doors, nearly salivating. Her breasts are about to burst out of that dress of hers, one tug of a ribbon away from total exposure. And I know she’s not wearing anything under the skirt. I nearly took her in the museum, and again on the street. It would be so easy. But after the past two weeks of everything spinning out of my control, I want to see just how good she’ll be for me and only me.

The elevator doors open, and she starts to step out.

“Where are you going, pet?” I ask, low and dangerous.

She freezes. “The room?”

“Did I tell you to move?” I sweep my gaze over her body.

She shakes her head. “Sorry, sir.”

I wait three heartbeats. “Let’s go.”

The hunger that burns through me when she follows a step behind me the whole way down the hall threatens to burn me to ash. I’m already half hard in these fucking suit pants. Tonight is going to be incredible.

I slide the keycard into the door and say, “From now on, you’re not allowe