Page 65 of Aim Assist

The speaker crackles to life, startling me. Liam leans over me to speak into it.

"Hello, this is Liam Taylor. We're stuck in elevator 3. The elevator stopped moving between floors 5 and 6." His voice is calm, authoritative.

"Mr. Taylor, we apologize for the inconvenience. Our team is aware of the issue and working to resolve it as quickly as possible. The elevator should be moving again within the next 30 minutes." The disembodied voice pauses. "How many individuals are on board with you?"

Liam's brow furrows. "It's just the two of us. Can't you see us on the camera?"

An awkward throat clear. "Ah, it appears our camera feed is down at the moment as well. But not to worry, we'll have you out of there shortly."

Liam meets my gaze, a glimmer of mischief in those blue depths. My heart stutters. Surely he's not thinking...

"Thank you. We aren't in a hurry."

Yep, he's thinking that.

When the speaker's crackling disappears, he stalks toward me, a panther eyeing his prey. "Whatever shall we do?"

I back up until I hit the wall, pulse racing. All thoughts of nope ropes and danger noodles are gone. "I can't think of a single thing."

Lie, lie, lie.

And he knows it, because his hands are at already his waist with me on my knees.

His chuckle sends shivers down my spine. "I had something slightly different in mind."

I roll my eyes, already tugging at his zipper. "Deal with it."

Liam's fingers thread through my hair as I free him. He's thick and hard, with more girth than should be legal, straining toward me like he's begging for my mouth. I wrap my fingers around the base, glancing up at him through my lashes.

Or at least some variation of that. I've read the term in romance novels, and I'm not sure exactly how to pull it off. Still, it seems to work, because his eyes go dark.

His jaw clenches.

I stroke him slowly, reveling in the way his eyes flutter shut. "What's the matter, Liam? Afraid you'll make too much noise?"

A soft groan escapes him when I swirl my tongue around the tip.

I press my tongue against the crown, feeling a little awkward as I lick. It's thick enough that I should be thinking twice about trying to get him in my mouth—but the way his thighs ripple, the way his hands clench in my hair, and those guttural sounds he makes?

Yeah.

I'm not giving up this moment.

It's my turn.

Slipping him between my lips, I breathe through my nose, reminding myself that I'm not going to choke.

I can do this.

I take him deeper, inch by inch, reaching beneath to cup his balls.

His dick jerks in my mouth, and a soft chuckle in my throat causes him to shove forward, holding my head in place.

"Shit. Sorry, angel."

I can't shake my head or tell him it's fine, so I keep going until he hits the back of my throat. Liam's hips jerk forward involuntarily.

Seeing him under my control is amazing. I have to be dripping all over the elevator floor, because damn.

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