I push Purity out of the hallway and around the corner toward the elevators.

I don't know why this girl makes me so fucking insane, but she does. She gets under my skin and I lose the ability to think rationally about anything.

Clearly, because what happened back in the bar was stupid as fuck. Dancing with her like we're a couple of horny teenagers who can't keep our hands off each other. Gyrating back and forth with her, swaying to the music in a public setting. That's just plain foolish.

Sure, we're in the middle of a small town in Vermont. No one's going to recognize me here. At least, I hope not.

But I should be doing more than just hoping. I should avoid public settings with her, but I can't seem to help myself. I can't help wanting to turn her on in public after she grew up so sheltered and embarrassed by her own desires – and especially when it comes to realizing those desires in public.

When the elevator opens, I push her inside. She stumbles a little bit, giggling as she spins around to face me when we're inside. "Mr. Gabe," she says, putting her hands on my chest. "You're not really going to do this, are you?"

"Without a doubt."

"Excuse me! Hang on!" A hand juts in between the closing doors, and a man steps into the elevator. I immediately want to kill him for ruining my plans.

Purity giggles softly as I pull her back against me. When I reach underneath her skirt and push aside the fabric of her panties, she slaps my hand initially – but then she steps wider, ensuring that I have easy access between her legs. I hook my finger through the tiny plastic loop attached to the weighted balls and I pull.

She lets out a squeak that causes the man in the elevator to turn and glance over his shoulder. Purity puts her hand over her mouth and coughs. "I have a cold," she explains, coughing again.

I drop the weighted balls into her open purse, flick open the screen on my phone, and turn on the vibrating butt plug. She lets out a louder yelp and glares at me before dissolving into a coughing fit to cover her reaction.

I slide my phone back into my pocket, reach under her skirt and push her panties to the side before plunging two fingers into her wet pussy, right there in the elevator. This time the guy doesn't turn around, despite Purity's whimper. He stands there facing forward, and I know full and well he knows what's going on here because how could he not?

The elevator moves up the floors as I fuck Purity with my fingers. When it comes to a stop on the man's floor, he only looks back at us when he steps out of the door. His eyes go to Purity and my hand, and then and his face turns red right before the doors shut.

Purity gasps. "Gabe, that guy saw you doing that and he – oh my God, he saw us!"

Pulling my fingers from her, I hit the emergency button on the elevator wall, unzipping my pants with my other hand. "Put your hands on the wall and your ass out now."

"The plug is killing me, Gabe. You have to turn it off," she moans, putting her palms on the wall.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes. It's just, it's too… it's so much, I'm going to… come already."

"You're not going to come yet, sweetheart." My hands on her hips, I pull her back to meet my cock, thrusting deeply inside her. There's no more foreplay, no more giving her time to adjust to anything – to my rhythm as I fuck her fast and hard or to the way that every thrust inside her pushes that vibrating plug further into her asshole.

"No… I'm not going to… not going to come," she moans, but it sounds exactly the opposite. She's so close, her palms sliding down the wall and her hair swishing as she tosses her head back and moans.

"Tell me how much you like being fucked in an elevator where anyone could see us," I order, pulling her hair.

"Harder," she demands.

I thrust harder, and she unleashes a series of expletives that makes me blush as she comes. When she climaxes, she doesn't wait and doesn't ask permission – she takes her orgasm, ordering me to fuck her harder, deeper, and faster.

I can't hold back, not once she's crying out like that. Not when she's squeezing me like a vise, her body demanding everything I have.

Afterwards, her shoulders move and I think she's crying. My heart pangs as I ask if she's okay, and she looks at me over her shoulder. She's laughing hysterically, no sound coming out of her mouth because she's laughing so hard. "If you don't turn off that vibrator," she gasps, "I'm going to murder you."

Now I'm chuckling as I have mercy on her, turning off the app on my phone. We straighten ourselves up quickly before I push the elevator button again and we start moving. When the elevator doors open to our floor, an elderly couple stands there waiting. The woman glares at us. "It's about time."

We step out of the elevator, and Purity collapses into giggles again as the doors close. Taking my hand, still laughing, she pulls me toward our room in a clumsy half-run, half-stumble. If anyone saw us, they'd swear we were drunk.

In fact, maybe that's the best explanation for what's going on here. Maybe I'm fucking intoxicated with lust and desire and her.

Inside the room, it's a matter of seconds before she's all over me. Her hands go around my neck, and she pulls my mouth to hers. We're tearing off each others' clothes and tumbling onto the bed in a tangled mess of shirts and limbs, and I can't remember ever feeling this crazy kind of desire for anyone ever before.

Then she's lying underneath me naked, the plug still inside of her but no longer vibrating now, her chest rising and falling as she takes in little breaths. I can't explain the fact that I'm hard for her so quickly again, except that the girl has done something to me, turned me into a teenage boy who can't get enough of her.

"I don't know what happened back there," she whispers. "That was crazy."

I know what happened.

Purity finally let go.

"It was crazy and hot and fucking amazing," I tell her as she arches her hips to meet me.

This time is nothing like it was in the elevator – or, hell, in the lounge earlier. This time, I'm buried inside of her and nothing else in the entire world matters. It's her and me in this room, and when I look into her eyes, I lose myself in her.

She's the only place I want to be.

This time, I fuck her slowly without any sense of urgency. I take my damned time with her and I do her right.

She moans under me, softly and slowly in time with my thrusts. She melts into me like liquid.

This time, when I look into her eyes, I'm suddenly certain that she's it. She's a perfect fit for me.

And that is absolutely the worst thing in the world to realize, because she's the worst possible person to feel that way about, this girl who's wrong for me in every possible external way. This girl who is a student, who's Alan's daughter, who's far too young and far too naïve and far too good.

She's perfect, I think as she whimpers my name and her pussy tightens around me. She's perfect, I realize as she cries out and arches her back and I dip down to take her nipple in my mouth, teeth grazing her delicate skin. She's perfect, I decide as my eyes lock on hers, never looking away as I come.

She's absolutely fucking perfect – but everything about that is wrong.