Page 70 of Aim Assist

The elevator suddenly lurches, the lights flickering. Liam's hands shoot out to steady me as we begin moving again.

"Looks like our time is up," he murmurs, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his tousled hair.

Does it smell like sex in here?

It does.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Three men in uniforms stand there, eyes widening slightly as they take us in. I can only imagine what we look like—flushed, disheveled, the scent of sex still lingering.

Liam steps forward smoothly, as if nothing is amiss. "Gentlemen, thank you for your quick response and hard work getting us out of there." His voice is calm, collected. The perfect image of professionalism.

Meanwhile, I'm acutely aware of my missing underwear. The wetness between my thighs. The fact that everyone here knows what we were up to.

The workers shuffle their feet, glancing between us. One clears his throat. "We apologize for the inconvenience, folks. Elevator's all fixed now, though."

Liam's hand rests possessively on my lower back. "It was no inconvenience at all, gentlemen." His voice drips with insinuation.

I duck my head. Nope, I'm not shameless enough for this. I have no idea how he does it.

One worker coughs to cover a chuckle, lips twitching. He turns away, shoulders shaking with the mirth he's desperate to contain.

Liam, the smug bastard, just smirks. His fingers drum against my spine, a reminder of what those hands are capable of.

The hotel manager hurries over, his face etched with a mix of apology and curiosity as he takes in our appearances. "Mr. Taylor, Miss Sloane. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. I hope you're alright."

Liam gives him a smooth smile. "No need to apologize. In fact, I'd say your elevator service is top-notch. Highly recommended."

I nearly choke on a laugh, covering it with a cough. The manager blinks, clearly taken aback. "I... I'm glad you feel that way, sir."

"Oh, I definitely do." Liam winks at me, his eyes dancing with amusement.

The manager stares at us, looking like he's not sure what to make of the situation. "Right. Well. Is there anything else I can assist you with?"

"No, I think we're good here." Liam nods at him, already steering me towards the elevators again. "Have a wonderful evening."

He winks at the workers, and one of them winks back.

It must be some kind of elevator boys' club. The wink-wink-I-had-sex-here-too club.

It must be.

"You... You too, sir." The poor man sounds completely baffled.

As the doors close behind us, I collapse against Liam's chest, my body shaking with laughter. "I can't believe you said that."

"What? It's true. I had a very enjoyable time in this elevator." He grins down at me, entirely too pleased with himself.

I smack his chest lightly. "You're incorrigible."

"You like it." He dips his head, nipping at my jaw.

I shiver, tilting my head to give him better access. "Mmm. Maybe."

"Definitely." He presses a kiss to my racing pulse. "Want to see how many more surfaces we can christen in your room?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Liam chuckles darkly, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. "Oh, angel. We're just getting started."

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