My heart was pounding as he took me by the hand and pulled me toward the elevator. Just a fraction of a second after the door closed behind us, Alex’s hands were up my skirt, pushing away my underwear as our mouths were firmly pressed together.

“Wait,” I breathed. “What if someone else gets in the elevator?”

“I don’t give a shit,” he said as he began to touch me.

I was a little nervous that we would be interrupted in a very embarrassing fashion, but after a few moments with his hands on me, I stopped caring too.

To say that I had never done this before was an understatement. During my freshman year of college, I was fooling around with a boyfriend when his roommate came back to their shared dorm. It wasn’t as if we were caught in the middle of sex, but I was beside my boyfriend, stripped down to my bra. I was so horrified by the encounter that I avoided their room for the rest of our relationship, and avoided the roommate for the rest of my college career.

Another time, I had brought a boyfriend back home to meet my mom during a school holiday break. We slept in separate bedrooms and made a deal that we would not do anything remotely sexual while I was home. I was a young woman, but I was never one to share the details of my private life with my mother. Sure, I could talk to her for hours about what was happening on a daily basis, but we didn’t have the relationship where I could talk to her about sex.

On the second day of the visit, my boyfriend and I got a little too close when we were washing dishes together. I thought my mom went to her room, but had returned to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She saw my boyfriend and me making out by the kitchen sink and awkwardly cleared her throat to announce her presence. My face turned so red that I thought I would burst into flame. I hadn’t brought anyone home since then.

Certainly, I had never done something so wild as have sex in a semi-public place. I was a private person and liked to keep things under wraps. But, Alex had a way of making me act like a completely different person. When I was with him, I felt like I could relax a little. I had to, to be anywhere near his permanently chilled-out level.

“I want you so bad,” I moaned into his ear as we rose to the top of the building.

“You’re going to get all of me in a second,” he purred back. With one swift motion, he unzipped his pants and pulled me on top of him, plunging into me. He propped me up against the back of the elevator wall, my legs startling him.

I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing him to move me up and down on him. I buried my face in his hair, in complete and total ecstasy.

With the soft ting of the elevator bell, we emerged into the apartment, barely making it out of the elevator before the doors closed again and we were sent back down to the lobby. Without setting me down once, Alex propped me up onto the kitchen counter, grasping onto my thighs. I laid back against the cool, marble countertop, my chest rising and falling with each little gasp.

Admittedly, the moment was hardly romantic. It wasn’t about that, though. We had spent two romantic dates together without an inkling of sex. Now, we were just acting upon our primal urges. I was now living out a moment I could only daydream about as I sat in the middle of his classroom. Back then, I’d look at the front of his trousers, wondering what he had going on under there. Now, I knew exactly what he was working with and it was fantastic.

For a man with so much hubris, one might expect him to be a selfish lover, only worrying about his own pleasure. But, I could confirm that he had skills that I had never experienced before. My only wish was that I could ride out the waves of pleasure for longer. I didn’t want it to end, yet I desperately wanted to get to the climax.

Inevitably, the time came where I could not contain myself any longer. I felt as though I were floating. My legs crossed behind his back, forcing him to finish along with me. After we reached climax, he leaned down and kissed me on the collarbone, his mouth warm and moist. I blinked my eyes open, realizing that I was in a multi-million dollar apartment with the man I thought to be my mentor. It was wilder than any bizarre sex dream I had ever had.

As I peeled myself off of the countertop, I had a thought that sent me into a tiny panic.

“Alex, does your elevator have cameras?”

He let out a deep belly laugh that was contagious. “Yeah, it does.”

“Seriously?” I moaned. “Can you find a way to delete the footage?” I imagined a video of my bare ass bouncing up and down on my professor making its way back to the university.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, filling a glass of water. “I don’t tip my doorman an extra thousand dollars at Christmas not to get away with things. I know you don’t want to hear this, but you’re not the first girl in the elevator, and you probably won’t be the last. If you haven’t noticed, money can get you out of just about any sticky situation. No one is going to see that video, though I may try to get that copy for my own personal collection.”

I playfully smacked him on the arm, not finding the thought terribly funny.