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He worked on me in the elevator, too, alternating kisses (and well-placed caresses) with requests.

“Come on.”

“No,” I giggled as he nibbled my ear.

“Are you coming back to the party?”

I pushed him away at arm’s length and gave him an Are you serious?! look. “With my makeup like this? Hell no.”

He grinned with self-satisfaction. “What? You just look like a beautiful woman who’s had the time of her life.”

“Ohhhh, aren’t we self-congratulatory!” I said, and tapped the tip of his nose with my finger.

“Well, I figured it was classier than saying ‘had her brains fucked out.’”

“Yes, although the second part’s true, too,” I said, stood up on tiptoe, and bit his lower lip softly.

He grunted… and then leaned over and hit the STOP button on the control panel.

The elevator rapidly slowed and came to a halt.

“Connor?” I asked, slightly alarmed.

“We need to talk for a second,” he said.

There wasn’t the annoying, clanging alarm that you normally hear in an elevator when someone stops it. I didn’t re