Closer

An over-crowded elevator at the office brings hidden passions to the surface. But how far will Lucas and Olivia go to satisfy their newfound desire for each other?

Excerpt:
“Hold the elevator!”

A collective groan rippled through the crowd. If I’d been near the control panel, I would have been certain to hit the button to close the doors, rather than keep them open. But whoever was there wasn’t fast enough, and two more guys squeezed into the crowded space.

Making the rest of us move back even further.

Typical Monday.

As I stepped back, I was pushed from the front, causing me to fall against the guy behind me. I knew it had to be a guy, because he was much taller than I was, his body solid and firm against mine.

And he had a hard-on.

I glanced over my shoulder and to my surprise, it wasn’t just a random guy, but one of the hottest guys in the office. Lucas had only been working here six weeks, yet everyone not only knew his name, it was also likely that half of the women were already in love with him.

Not that he seemed to notice any of them.

He never flirted, not in the way that some of the other guys did. He was always professional and perfectly polite with everyone.

Which, I suspected, had only added to the interest that he generated.

He had become a challenge.

The crowd around us shifted again, and I was jostled back against him once more. I gasped as I felt his cock throbbing even more against my ass, and I could not help squirming back against him in time with the matching pulsing that had taken up residence inside my wet pussy.

My face burned as I realized what I was doing. I couldn’t blame those last movements on the pressure of the crowd.

Although I’d been just as attracted to him as anyone else at first, I’d done my best to hide it. Treating him as a friend and colleague and nothing more.

It was a matter of self-defense, in a way.

I knew better than to want what I couldn’t had.

And a guy like Lucas was definitely out of my league. If even the most beautiful women in the office couldn’t get anywhere with him, then what hope did I have?

I was under no illusions about my appearance. I had never lost the tendency that I’d had all through high school and college, of being a bit of a nerd. Though I could get contacts, I preferred to wear glasses, and I knew the suits I wore were hardly flattering to my body. I could never bring myself to wear anything that didn’t help me hide, rather than stand out.

I'd been convinced that doing whatever I could to disguise my appearance, and my sex, would allow my ability to do my work to stand on its own.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and I nearly stopped breathing.

He could not push me away. There was no room for that. But his fingers twitched, drawing me ever so slightly against him once more.