“Where are you taking me?”*****
“Heaven, my sweet—as if you didn’t already know that.”
Despite all his good humour, I’m shocked when he presses up tight to my back. The elevator is empty save for us and mirrored on all three sides. Gabriel’s cock brands me with its heat through several layers of clothing. He’s hard, standing firm and he rubs himself against the crease of my bottom not so much as if he needs the friction, but because he likes the flush his antics bring to my cheeks.
“One day I’m going to take you like this,” his voice is a soft lullaby in my ear. “Out in the open where anyone can see. I’ll just raise your skirt.”
His hands settle over my hips and bunch up an inch or so of fabric. It’s not hard to imagine him tugging up the rest, then releasing his fly and dipping his cock into my slick wet heat. “
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