Page 16 of Flawless Foundations

Before I know it, I'm back at 425 Madison. Just stepping out of the car and looking up at the beautifully crafted high-rise makes me sigh in relief.Home.

I can feel my anxiety lessen as I walk through the lobby to the elevator.

Right as I come to a stop to join a few other people needing a ride up, Levi walks out of the mail area. He's wearing sneakers, red gym shorts, and a black t-shirt. His ear buds hang down around his shoulders as if he just pulled them from his ears. He holds a small stack of mail. He looks up, making eye contact with me right as someone from in the elevator asks if I'm getting on.

I nod, mumbling my apology and step on. At the same time, Levi yells, "Hold the elevator, please."

Well, there goes my hope to avoid him one more day. He moves into the car and instead of just standing in front, he moves to the back, positioning himself right next to me. My grip tightens on my bag handles as I pull it closer to me, trying to take up as little space as possible. There's only five of us in the car, but he stands closer than necessary.

I look straight ahead, attempting to ignore him. From the corner of my eye, I see him look down at me.

"Hey." His voice is low and husky, and I shift on my feet. His voice causes my heart to flutter and tingles to erupt low in my belly. I've heard his voice for years and while I've always had a crush, I've never been turned on by his voice as I am now.

"Hi," I whisper back, unable to look at him. The elevator stops at the third floor, as one tenant exits.

I can feel the heat of him next to me. I can smell his sweat mixed with a sporty scent, maybe it's his deodorant, or a hint of cologne. His scent is intoxicating. I bite my lip as I feel a tiny moan bubble up from inside me. I shift again, and when I do, my hand brushes his shorts and within a second, his finger latches onto mine. Just this tiny act of affection is enough to break my resolve. I look up at him to find him looking down at me. He smirks and I steal a glance at his mouth. His grin grows wider as I pull my eyes away from that mouth that only a day ago stole my breath away.

Looking into his eyes, all I can see is passion and lust, I inhale sharply as his focus turns to my mouth. I notice the tips of his hair are damp from his workout. I drag my gaze down his face, to his neck and I can tell his skin is dewy with sweat. The desire to taste him becomes nearly overwhelming. I want to lick a path across his salty skin because now all I can smell is him. He leans down into me, and I feel his hot breath on my ear.

"I can't stop thinking about how you tasted that last time we were in here together."

A breath hitches in my throat. He doesn't lean back, but instead he places a tiny little kiss just below my ear. My eyes flutter shut. He takes his time moving away from me, his finger still hooked with mine. I let out a shaky breath and open my eyes just as we arrive on the fourteenth floor. There are still two others on the car, and I move around them to get off the elevator. I look over my shoulder and find Levi hot on my heels.

As I hear the elevator doors slide closed behind us, I turn toward him, taking a few steps backward as we slow down. He looks like a man on the prowl and I'm sure I look like a tasty, willing prey.

"You've been avoiding me, Bex," he says.

I nod, not trusting my voice to be strong and confident.

"But sure enough, we find ourselves enclosed in an elevator and I can't seem to think about anything other than that sexy little mouth of yours."

We stand nearly nose to nose, so close I can feel this breath on my face.

"Tell me Bex, were you turned on during the ride up?" He moves around me, and I turn with him as my body follows him.

"Yes." My voice is small but sounds much more controlled than I feel right now.

"I thought so, with the way you were staring at my mouth and chest, nearly licking your lips." He takes a step toward me, I take a step back.

"I wanted to taste you," I tell him, and I can't help the sly grin that overtakes my face as his eyebrows jump in surprise at my honesty.

"Yeah? So, what's stopping you now?" His eyes sparkle with the challenge. It's all I need to take the first step this go around. I launch myself at him and he catches me as my mouth infuses with his. My tongue swipes at his lips and his own darts out and tangles with mine.

His hands are everywhere. One hand is at my lower back, pulling me closer, the other cups my cheek. My hand clutches the thin shirt at his chest. He walks me backward and my back hits the wall. I lean into it and his hands slide down to cup my butt and he lifts. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist. I'm wearing one of my Blush-approved little black dresses, one that I always loved wearing but hated that I had to wear it to tend bar. It was wasted on drinks and alcohol. Right now, I'm rejoicing in the fact that I'm wearing it as I feel Levi's hard length right between my thighs. I trail hot, sloppy kisses and nips down his neck as his hands roam all over my body.

"How do I taste, baby?" His words are choppy but still demanding.

"Like sweat and sin. Like heaven," I say between kisses. He chuckles and I feel the vibrations right down in my core. My legs tighten around him. He moans.

"I want to feel you, Bex." He leans forward and buries his head in my cleavage and I lean my head back against the wall. His giant hand slides up my thigh and under my dress, he runs his fingers over the hem of where my thigh-high pantyhose come to an end. He glides his finger all the way to my center and swipes once, then twice over my panties before sliding a finger underneath.

I gasp in pleasure and he continues his assault with his fingers as he reclaims my mouth. Somewhere in the distance, I hear a door shut. I try to focus on the disturbance, but pulling my head away feels like I'm moving in slow motion, though it's probably only a matter of seconds. My eyes are unfocused when I see a figure coming toward us. I blink and then hear the clearing of a throat. When Jake comes into focus, I squeak out in embarrassment. Levi whips his head up and swiftly but carefully drops my feet. He looks over at Jake and mutters a "fuck" then drops his head as he tries to catch his breath.

I clear my own throat before speaking. "Didn't take you for a creeper Jake," I say with more bite than I mean.

He continues to walk down the hall toward us. "Didn't take you for the type to fuck in the hall." His tone is equally harsh, but mirth dances in his eyes.

Levi steps away from me and drags a hand down his face. "Watch it, man." Jake just chuckles.

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