Page 34 of Falling for the CEO

"What the hell?" Spencer exclaimed, immediately reaching out for me and putting an arm around my waist, steadying me. I wasn't about to lose my balance, but I loved his protective instinct and the way he touched me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. We’re stuck, aren't we?"

"Feels like that."

The numbers 2, 3, and 4 were lit up. I assumed that meant we were caught in between the floors. I pressed to open the doors, but nothing happened. Spencer pressed the voice activation button. "Elevator service repair, how may I help you?"

"We're stuck."

"Where are you calling from, sir?"

"I don't know the exact address. It's on Longborn Street in the building with the restaurant Il Mare."

"I've got you. All right, we’ll send someone to deal with it. I think they're going to be there in about half an hour."

Holy shit. We were going to be stuck in here for half an hour? Talk about cabin fever.

"Can you make that twenty minutes?"

"The mechanic is working on another elevator in the area. They won't be ready that soon. It might actually take longer."

Spencer's eyes turned cold. "We’d appreciate if you get someone here faster."

"I’ll do my best, sir." The voice disconnected.

“This took a turn for the unexpected," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, it did. How hungry are you?"

I waved a hand. "Not too much. Don't worry."

"I'm sure they’ll be here faster,” he said.

"Are you always so confident?" I teased.

He flashed me a half smile. "Yes, most of the time."

"The guy didn't seem to be in a hurry," I said.

Spencer stood right in front of me. He was so close that I felt his skin radiating heat.

"I’ve wanted to do this all day," he said.

"What? Be stranded in an elevator with me?"

"No—" He tipped my chin up. "—this."

He sealed his mouth on mine. I parted my lips to allow him all the access he wanted. I moaned. The intensity of the kiss took me by complete surprise. He wasn't just exploring me—he was devouring me. He lowered one hand down my back and then slid it up over my waist. Reaching the front, he slid it under my shirt, touching my bare skin. I got goose bumps everywhere, even before he managed to bunch up the top, and then I felt his slightly curved fingers on my skin. I moaned even louder than before, pressing myself harder against his mouth and his chest. I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted to climb inside him. And I needed him to touch more than just my stomach.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he said, moving his mouth to the corner of my lips and then down to my ear. He bit my earlobe lightly before starting all over, kissing at the other corner of my mouth and down to my ear.

"Spencer," I muttered.

"Your perfume is driving me crazy. It's addictive.Youare addictive."

He brought his mouth level with mine again. But instead of kissing me, he drew the tip of his tongue over my lower lip. I gasped, pressing my thighs together. I was so turned on. I didn't know how to get a grip on myself. Spencer didn't miss it. He looked down between us, then snapped his head up.

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