Page 308 of The First Time
Chapter Eighteen
The elevator is mercilessly slow.
I hug my chest, squeezing my coat closed. Blake slips his hand under it and strokes my outer thigh with his thumb.
I'm naked under here and he's touching me and there's a nice older woman riding the elevator with us. She's prim and proper. Exactly the type you'd expect in a building like this.
Finally, the elevator stops.
The doors pull apart.
She shoots us a curious look as she steps into the hallway. It's like she knows I'm naked under here. Maybe she does. Maybe it's all over my face.
The doors slide together.
We're alone. There's a camera in the ceiling, but we're alone.
Blake moves in front of me, blocking the view of the security camera.
He undoes the buttons of my coat and slides it open.
I'm naked in the elevator.
On display for him.
It makes me so fucking hot.
It's exhilarating.
He runs his fingertips down my body. Lips. Neck. Chest. Stomach. They stop just below my belly button.
Then lower.
Lower.
Almost.
His eyes stay glued to mine.
He shifts his hand another millimeter lower.
His expression stays intense. In control.
Ding. Penthouse. Blake's floor. His apartment takes up the entire floor.
We step into the hallway. He pulls my coat off my shoulders and lays it over his arm.
I'm naked in the hallway.
No one can see—you need a key card to access the floor—but still.
I'm naked in the hallway.
He opens the door and motionsafter you. It's absurd, him politely holding my jacket and opening the door for me after ordering me to strip and suck him off in the back of a car. With a driver watching.
He's the ultimate gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets.
The apartment is dark. The lights of the city flow through the window.
