*FREE WITH PAID BONUS CHAPTER*After being dumped by her boyfriend, Elodie Shepherd resigns herself to loving her older brother's best friend from afar, just like she always has, even though he only sees her as his best friend's immature kid sister.
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Making out with Matthew was so much better than just kissing him.
Streaks of cobalt colored my vision as I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly that electric jolts of neon pigment stained the backs of my eyelids.
The elevator doors squealed shut behind us, the thump of the engine rattling throughout the small box we inhabited, but it was the sound of my ragged breathing crushing through my ears that turned frantic as Matthew's lips, plush and velvet, slipped their way from my own lips to the side of my jaw and down further to my neck past the collar of my windbreaker and underneath to the sports bra that I'd worn for my self defense class.
Clumsy and passion laden, my hands delved beneath his all black ensemble, the suit jacket slipping over my hands as I trailed beneath to the skin, silky smooth and clad in deep muscle sculpted from years of extensive basketball training.
There, in the glow of the dim fluorescents and the silent whirring of the elevator, my hands snuck beneath every layer of clothing he had and made their way to his abs, thick bands of muscle that trembled beneath my touch and his labored breathing.
Skin smooth as silk and sinful as lust, the taut muscles beneath my hands gave way to a precarious V line that delved beneath his pants, but before I could dive under his waistband, his hands were on the move.
Skimming and sliding over my skin and clothes, Matthew's fingertips trailed a lingering, frenzied path downwards, fire licking up at me through his touch until his hands rested on my hips, his grip so tight I could feel the bite of his fingernails in my skin through the fabric of my leggings.
His thigh was pushed directly into my center, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body as I rolled against him, moaning out into his mouth at the ecstasy of his touch.
His hands left my hips, then, one slowly delving beneath the line of my leggings towards where my body met his thigh, and the other...
The other hand raced up my body and captured me by my collarbone, trapping me against the back wall of the elevator while he pulled his lips away from mine and stared at me, shamelessly rocking against his leg while trying to chase some kind of release and head knocked back against the wall breathing heavily as his eyes roamed me hungrily, greedily.
He made sure to keep eye contact as his fingers met the waistband of my underwear, the elevator dinging floor after floor in the background as up we went, to the top penthouse floor that we had to only be at least thirty seconds away from reaching.
And then his fingers reached their destination, rubbing and tugging at the pleasure center of my entire being coiled tight from need and ready to burst from the oversensitivity, but he didn't stop there.
One more second and one of his fingers was inside of me, pushing up and up and curling against my walls as I arched my back and his free hand came to twist around my back, crushing me to him and the force of his touch.
