Page 62 of The Love Penalty

“No problem.” I smile, ignoring my disappointment and pressing the down button. I figured it’d be a stretch for her, which is why I hadn’t mentioned it.

I’m still hyperaware of what she’s been through, and I don’t want to do anything that will make her feel unsafe or forced.

But those eyes.

She’s still looking at me like she wants to devour me… or wishes she could have said yes to a night of pure luxury. Oh, the things we could do on those silky sheets.

As we descend a little farther, I can feel the tension building around us. It’s not filled with anger but definitely unrest. We need to unleash. To let off some of this steam or we’ll both combust.

Slapping my hand on the emergency stop button, I force the elevator to a halt.

“What are you doing?” Lani whips her head to look at me.

“Do you want me in this elevator?”

A tendon in her neck pings and she blinks, obviously trying to look appalled but finding it hard to pull off. “No. Of course I don’t.”

“You sure?” My lips toy with a smirk as I step into her space. “Your fuck-me eyes are in full bloom, baby.”

She glances to the floor between us, but there’s hardly any space there right now, so her gaze lands on my chest. Her tongue darts out of her mouth, and her swallow is thick and audible before she murmurs, “I’m not doing it with you in this elevator.”

“Okay.” I nod, trying to sound casual as I take a small step back and hover my finger near the control panel. “So, you want me to press this button here and get us moving again? I’ll do it if you want me to. I’ll press this button and we’ll glide down to the parking garage and I’ll drive you home.”

She licks her lips again, her eyes darting from the panel to my face, then back.

“Or… you can tell me what you really want, and I’ll lift you up against this wall and take you the way your eyes are screaming at me to. It’ll be the sexiest, most erotic thing you’ve ever done, and I can practically hear your pussy purring. But I’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to do, so…” I lean a little closer to that red button. Her eyes dart back to mine, and I hold her gaze. “Tell me what you want, Lani.”

She swallows and lightly shakes her head, obviously fighting for control.

I give her ten more seconds to change her mind, but she doesn’t budge. “Okay. Just don’t want you to have any regrets.”

The pad of my finger hits the button, but I haven’t even compressed it when she fists my jacket and pulls me back.

“I want you to take me in this ele—” Her last word gets swallowed by my kiss as I walk her backward until her perfect ass hits the plush wall of the elevator.

CHAPTER 27

LEILANI

Asher can read me like a book. I both love and hate that about him.

I’ve been eyeing him up all night, my traitorous brain ripping off his suit so I can have my way with him. No, not even ripping it off. I just want to expose one vital part of his anatomy and he can take me fully clothed, because holy shit…

Asher in a tux should be illegal.

He’s so freaking sexy. I barely managed to contain myself when he showed up at my door looking like James Bond and holding a bouquet of tropical flowers. He didn’t even go for red roses because he wanted to stand out. He wanted to show me that he actually thought about what kinds of flowers I might like. Acknowledging my Hawaiian heritage meant more to me than I can put into words.

Add that very smooth beginning to the Porsche and the fancy food and my pussy has been weeping from the get-go. After hours of conversation with this man, who is growing more intelligent and likable by the minute, I am hornier than I have ever been, which made his tempting offer impossible to resist.

“Slow down, baby,” he murmurs against my skin while his lips trail my neck.

“No, I can’t wait anymore.” I wrestle his zipper down and shove his boxers out of the way. Wrapping my fingers around his hard cock, I let out a groan, already imagining it inside me. “I’ve got to have you now.” My words are breathy and hard to understand, but that doesn’t seem to matter.

Hitching up my dress, his deft fingers pull my thong aside, and then he nudges his index finger inside me.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs between kisses.

“I want your cock, not your finger.” My voice is urgent, and I whimper with relief when he finally picks me up and holds me against the wall.