Page 95 of Mr. Hook-up

I shook my head. “I don’t know. Let me call for help and find out.” I stepped toward the control panel, where the box was located on the bottom, and reached inside for the phone.

“Do you think we’re just floating somewhere between floors?” Drake asked as I pressed the button next to the phone and held the receiver to my ear. “Could we drop at any second?”

“No, we’re safe.”

An answer that I’d made up because I could tell her anxiety was rising.

“Can I help you?” a woman said from the phone.

“This is Easton Jones. I’m in the Boylston Tower, and we’re stuck in the elevator.”

“I’m so sorry about that,” she replied. “I’ll have a technician over there immediately. Is anyone hurt? Should I call 911?”

Drake was leaning against the wall, hugging her stomach, breathing out of her mouth, like her nose couldn’t get the air in fast enough.

“No, we’re both okay,” I told her.

“It should take about fifteen minutes for the tech to arrive. If there are any issues or if I need to communicate with you, I’m going to call this phone.”

“All right.”

“Hang tight. Either myself or the technician will update you.”

I thanked her and hung up.

I carefully moved toward Drake, not wanting the shift in balance to offset the elevator. “It won’t take them long to get here and get it fixed. No need to worry, baby.”

At some point, I must have dropped the bakery bag, and I lifted it off the floor, opening the top to take out the doughnut that I’d bitten into earlier.

I held it in front of her lips. “Sugar is a cure-all. Eat.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.” She paused. “It feels like a coffin in here.” She quickly peeked at the door. “I’ve never been claustrophobic in my life until now.”

“I promise, nothing is going to happen.”

“I’ll just feel a lot better when we start moving again.”

When things got stressful for her, her go-to was ice cream, and I kept plenty of pints in my freezer for when that happened. There was only one other thing that seemed to work when I needed to wring out the tension in her body.

I returned the doughnut to the bag and set it on the floor, then flattened my hands on the wall above her head.

I wasn’t going to let her stand here and freak out.

I was going to do everything in my power to get her mind off it.

And I had that kind of power.

“Kiss me.”

She took a deep breath. “Right ... now?”

“Now,” I growled.

She leaned up on her toes and kissed me. It took several seconds before her arms wrapped around my neck and I aligned our bodies, my dick immediately hardening, the tip rubbing against her.

“We have fifteen minutes before we’re rescued,” I told her. “I know exactly how we’re going to spend every one of those seconds.”

“Easton”—her eyes widened, her face moving away from mine—“in here? Now? While we’re dangling in midair? Are you nuts?” She sucked in a breath. “And aren’t we on camera?”

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