As Duncan and I stood side by side in the elevator, I couldn't resist sneaking glances at him. It was the third time in two weeks that we'd found ourselves in this situation. Foolish romantic that I was, I'd begun hoping it was fate.

He's too old for you, Amelia! I chastised myself. At twenty-five, I knew better than to fall for a man who was at least fifteen years my senior. Besides, I doubted he gave me a second thought.

Just like before, we were the only ones in the elevator, and when it started to ascend, I noticed he stood closer than necessary. Though I wore heels to add some height to my petite frame, he still towered over me. Furtively, I studied his long, elegant fingers. No wedding ring.

I knew his name because he'd introduced himself days earlier. "If we're going to keep meeting like this," he'd said, "we might as well be better acquainted." The grin he offered made me want to drop my panties then and there.

Instead, I smiled shyly while taking his hand. "I'm Amelia."

On that occasion, we briefly chatted about our jobs. He worked on a different floor, for a different company. He always carried a briefcase. Since I was a lowly office assistant, I had only my purse and lunch bag.

This morning, I'd stood in the elevator all alone, watching its doors begin to slide closed. With a dejected sigh, I wondered if my lucky streak had ended and I'd never get another chance to talk to him.

And then I heard his familiar voice, calling for me to hold the elevator. I rushed to do so, and when he stood before me, his face lit up with pleasure. 

"You again!" I said, unable to suppress a ridiculous giggle.

He shrugged while moving to take his place at my side. "You just can't get rid of me."

As we watched the floor numbers tick upward, I tried to think of something clever to say. But he was the one who spoke first. "At least it's Friday. Got any plans?"

I looked up at him, my eyes widening a little. Was he just making small talk or was he asking me out? While his gaze held mine, that playful smile returned to his lips. God, he was gorgeous! His dark hair was quickly giving way to silver, and my fingers trembled from the desire to feel those strands. And how I would have loved to caress the line of his clean-shaven jaw.

Yet those eyes of his were what really did me in. While mine were gray, his were a vivid blue, and in the span of a second, they could fill with mischief.

He now raised his eyebrows expectantly, but before I could answer his question, the elevator shuddered and then came to a jarring halt. Startled, I grabbed onto his arm with my free hand. "What just happened?"

"I'm sure it's nothing," he tried to assure me. Stepping forward, he pressed several buttons on the panel. With a furrowed brow, he looked over at me again. "I think it's stuck."

My fingers fluttered at the collar of my blouse. "Press the alarm button," I urged.

Moments after Duncan did, a crackling, tinny voice blared into the small space. "Hey guys," a man whom I assumed was with building maintenance spoke, "we know there's an issue, and we're working to get it fixed, okay?" 

I caught sight of the camera in one of the upper corners. "Can you see us?" I really didn't want strangers witnessing my imminent panic attack.

"The video went out on that camera earlier this week, but we can hear you if you speak clearly. Just hang tight."

"How long do you think it will be?" The anxiety in my voice was unmistakable.

"Hopefully no more than a half hour," the man replied.

Duncan rested a comforting hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Amelia," he said in a low, soothing voice. Though I managed to nod, I couldn't force a smile. "We should probably settle in and get comfortable while we wait." He shrugged out of his suit coat, folding it neatly and placing it over his briefcase. I watched as he sat down and rested his back against the wall. 

Along with my blouse, I wore a modest skirt, as well as an old, soft cardigan that warded off the autumn chill outside. That extra layer of clothing suddenly felt far too hot and confining, and I rushed to remove it. Doing my best to appear graceful, I sank down onto the floor next to Duncan. He looked over at me and smiled. "You doing okay?"

Staring upward, I whispered, "What if the elevator falls down the shaft?" Already, nightmarish thoughts were invading my imagination. Would it be a quick, painless death? The impact would make a horrible mess of us both.

"Hey." Duncan took my hand. "That is not going to happen, I promise."

Meeting his eyes, I was calmed by the certainty I saw in his gaze. To him, this was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. "I'm sorry I'm being so ridiculous."

"You're not," he insisted. "But just think, in thirty minutes, you'll be out of here. Hell, your boss might even give you the day off after what you've been through."

That made me snicker. "I seriously doubt it!" Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I tried to discreetly wipe it away. Why did I have to act like an idiot the one time I was with Duncan for longer than a few minutes? At least my hair was pulled back in a messy bun, away from my face and neck.

"It is warm in here, isn't it?" Duncan stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers. "You're really flushed."

It felt like my blood was simmering just beneath my skin. In desperation, I undid several buttons on my blouse. Though Duncan averted his eyes, it wasn't as if I had to worry about flashing any cleavage. Not with my small breasts. Still, he might have caught a glimpse of my simple white bra.

Soon, he was rolling up his shirtsleeves and removing his tie. I was relieved it wasn't just me feeling the heat. "I know this is totally inappropriate," I said in a voice close to a whisper, "but would you mind if I unbutton my blouse all the way? I'm burning up."

To his credit, he didn't so much as blink at my request. "Go right ahead, sweetheart."

Moments later, my blouse was hanging open. Slipping out of my heels, I resolved to take off my pantyhose as well. Again, Duncan tried to be a gentleman, looking away as I stood and lifted my skirt. But beneath the adrenaline and anxiety flooding my body was another primal response: lust. I realized I didn't want Duncan to be a gentleman. And so I sat back down at his side and reached for his hand.

He made a faint sound of surprise when I placed his palm over my left breast. "My heart's beating so fast," I murmured.

Instead of pulling his hand away, Duncan eased his fingertips into my bra to tease my nipple. "You've got mine racing, too."

I struggled to hold back a pleasured moan. "You're doing a great job of distracting me right now!"

He laughed low and soft, then gently lifted my breast from the cup of my bra. Something changed in his face then; his stare grew hot with arousal, and his gorgeous lips parted slightly. "Come here," he coaxed. "Sit in my lap so I can distract you even more."

"How much time do we have?" I asked while letting Duncan pull me to him. In seconds, I'd straddled his thighs and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

"Probably twenty minutes yet." Cupping a hand against the back of my head, he guided my mouth to his. Those lips were so soft and warm, almost teasingly tender. But when I released a needy whimper, his kiss grew more demanding. Our tongues touched, sending a jolt of lust from my nipples straight down to my pussy. 

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, I reached to unhook my bra's front clasp, then thrust my tits in Duncan's face. He eagerly latched on to my right nipple, and this time, I couldn't fight back a moan. Even when the maintenance man's voice blared into the elevator again, Duncan continued his effort to draw my entire breast into his mouth. 

"Doing okay in there?" the man asked. 

It felt illicit, even dirty, to let Duncan suck my tits as I wantonly rolled my hips against him, but I couldn't stop. "Yes, thank you!" I called back in a breathy voice. 

When I reached between us to stroke Duncan's cock, he made a sound like a growl, which was thankfully muffled by my breast. Weaving my fingers through his hair, I eased his head back. "Take out your dick," I whispered.

He sucked in a sharp breath but immediately set about giving me what I wanted. Resting my weight on my knees, I lifted myself off of him a bit. His impatience was obvious as he freed his cock from his pants and underwear. Gazing upon it, I felt a fierce ache in my pussy. How many times had I masturbated while fantasizing about him being inside me?

Now, I was determined to make that fantasy a reality. 

Duncan was sweating just as profusely, his breaths coming faster. I sensed his own need overtaking him, yet he let me assume control. With my skirt bunched around my waist, I gently took hold of his cock. Even in my hand, it felt so satisfyingly thick! His precum flowed freely, and I delighted in smearing it over his tip. 

"Ah, baby!" His wicked grin only made me wetter. "I can't believe we're doing this."

"I've imagined doing it plenty of times," I revealed. Those words made him cup my ass, his fingers kneading my flesh. 

Pulling the saturated crotch of my panties aside, I positioned his cockhead at my entrance. "I'm really wet," I told him with a hint of my former shyness. "I might make a mess on your pants."

"Oh, I hope you fucking do!" he replied in a guttural voice. "Now take my cock, Amelia. Take it inside that sopping wet pussy!"

He hadn't even finished speaking when I sank down in a single, fluid motion. Despite all my natural lubrication, I still felt a delicious pressure from Duncan's girth stretching me wider.

Releasing a groan, he gazed up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. "Ride me!"

I moved at a fervent pace, desperate to bring about my release and his before time ran out. As we panted from blatant arousal, I prayed our heavy breathing wasn't audible to the maintenance team. 

Again, Duncan took my tit in his mouth, suckling hard enough to mark me. I could easily hear the sound of my wet cunt sliding along his length. Already, we smelled of sex and sweat. "Duncan, you feel so fucking good!" This was far better than any of my fantasies, erotic as they were. None of them could have prepared me for the visceral satisfaction I now experienced from this man's dick filling my pussy.

It wasn't long before I started to violently shudder. Duncan lifted his head, holding my stare while slipping a hand between my thighs. I bit my lip to contain a squeal, for he expertly massaged my clit. The sensation was exquisitely intense, and exactly what I needed.

When the first spasms stiffened my spine and tautened my muscles, Duncan hissed through gritted teeth. I knew he was trying to last, but even as my pussy contracted around his cock, I continued fucking him. "Greedy girl!" he said in a strained voice.

He was right; I was greedy, because I couldn't get enough of him. Covered in sweat and trying to catch my breath, I offered no resistance to his firm hands lifting me upward. Still, a whine of protest emerged from my throat when his cock slipped free of my pussy. 

But then Duncan moved to guide me onto my hands and knees so he could kneel behind me. We were clearly far from finished! I felt his swollen tip at my entrance just before he thrust deep inside. Trying to stay almost silent while immersed in such bliss was excruciating. Duncan's hold on my hips grew almost painfully tight, yet I craved that restraint. When he began fucking me hard and fast, I was sure the sound of our bodies slapping together could be heard over the audio system. The realization that I no longer cared made me feel like a filthy slut, like his filthy slut.

Duncan effortlessly brought me to the brink, the relentless pump of his hips sending me spiraling into orgasmic throes. I was barely able to remain on my hands and knees, forcing him to haul me back up so he could pound my pussy even harder. I knew I'd be feeling this fuck for days. 

"Yes, please!" I begged, my voice far too loud. 

The way his cock twitched and pulsed inside me signaled he was dangerously close. A helpless groan fell from his lips, making clear the effort it took for him to pull out. Seconds later, his cum spurted forth to strike my ass cheek. 

"Looks like I'm the one who made a mess, sweetheart." I heard the grin in his voice. When he began tugging down my panties, I didn't argue. Instead, I let him strip me of them altogether. After he used my underwear to wipe his semen from my skin, I expected him to give them back, but he would go on to tuck them into his suit coat pocket a little later. 

I was still quaking on my hands and knees when he drew me into his arms for a sensual kiss. I eagerly returned it while clinging to him. "We should start getting ready," he finally whispered.

Reluctantly, I left his embrace, and he helped me to my feet. We'd just finished straightening our clothes when the elevator began moving again. 

"You're all set," the man from maintenance told us during the elevator's slow descent. "We're bringing you back down to the lobby."

Duncan looked at me, and I looked at him, both of us searching for the right words. Before we found them, the elevator doors opened, and we were face to face with several members of the maintenance team. I couldn't help but wonder if the smell of our fucking lingered in the air, drifting out to greet the small group.

Once Duncan and I had thanked our rescuers and ventured out into the lobby, he reached for my hand. In front of reception and security, as well as a few curious passersby, he drew me close. "You never did tell me if you have plans for the weekend."

I made no attempt to conceal my happiness at his words. Still, my voice was deceptively nonchalant when I replied, "No plans just yet."

He flashed that smile I adored. "Then let me take you to dinner this evening."

When I stood on tiptoes, Duncan was quick to lower his head. "After the way you took me in that elevator," I whispered in his ear, "I'll let you take me anywhere."