Elliot’s voice was raw, “You will never go back to them.”

Mandy knew he was just being kind. But he was her employer and as much as she wanted to write the fairytale where he swept her off her pregnant feet and carried her away she knew it wasn’t real.

She pushed back widening her legs to move her ungainly body, but instead of moving she heard a giant ripping noise. This could not be happening. She prayed to whoever would listen to swallow her whole.

Elliot was immediately on his knees patting her down in the dark.

“Are you okay? What was that sound?”

Just as she was about to tell him the horrible truth that she had split her dress when his bare fingers connected with her panties.

For a moment, he was frozen there. His hand full of her ass and the thin silk that protected her from him.

He wasn’t sure who groaned, or how he went from a handful to smashing her up against his chest. He felt her belly against his abdomen, and that only spurred him on. His lips crashed down on her face, searching for hers and when he found them, it was like coming home.

Mandy didn’t have time to go over every reason why this was a horrible idea. She no longer cared that she had split her skirt, nor did she care that they were both kneeling in an elevator. What she did feel was the spiraling heat of his kiss that burned her all the way to her toes.

This is what it had been like the first night. Drunken kisses and seared their way into her brain, never to be eradicated. He was masterful, swiping his tongue into her heated mouth. She felt ablaze with the passion he radiated.

His tongue tasted, savored, and devoured her in the same moment. She would have fallen if it weren’t for his arms securing her body. She didn’t want to be a passive bystander. She wanted him to feel every bit as much as she was.

Elliot knew it was wrong to kiss Mandy. Besides being a human resources nightmare, she was under his protection and lived in his home. But kissing her felt like the most extraordinary thing in the world. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, her shy advances, and her scent.

Fuck, her scent was driving him wild day and night. He held her by the small of her back, but the other hand explored her gorgeous skin. She was smooth and supple. And he couldn’t get enough of her.

Suddenly she sucked his tongue into her mouth and sucked hard. Elliot felt it all the to his dick. Something was enchanting about her. She was shy and innocent in one moment and a seductress in the next.

When her hands slid up his shoulders to sink into his dark hair, he felt the kisses slip from passionate to almost desperate. His hand cupped her breast through her clothes, and he wanted more than anything to see her, to taste her, and to take her.

Elliot’s hand slipped lower to where her skirt was ripped.

He couldn’t help the words that were escaping his mouth.

“I want you so fucking bad.”

Mandy moaned as she felt his fingers trace her mound through her panties. She knew that he wouldn’t do anything that she didn’t want to do, but she wanted him. Mandy had wanted him from the moment he had walked back into her life.

“Please,” she muttered into their kiss, “Touch me!”

Elliot growled, and his fingers slipped to the elastic of her panties. He didn’t rush, wanting to remember every moment, terrified that he was dreaming and would wake up before he had her.

His fingers slipped beneath the elastic, and he glided them across her lower lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” It took Mandy a moment to realize that the chant was coming from her.

“Your pussy is soaked, Sweetheart.”

Mandy mewled and opened her legs, begging him to touch her, to enter her folds.

He continued to tease her with open-mouthed kisses on her neck as he glided gently over her pussy. She was dripping with need, and Elliot wanted nothing more than to taste Mandy.

He drew his hand out, and Mandy whined at the loss of contact. Elliot’s chest rumbled with a laugh as he replaced his hand and began to slowly stroke her, parting her folds and sinking his finger deep inside of her aching heat.

Mandy cried out, the feeling of him inside of her was heaven, and she wanted it to go on and on.

“More,” she pleaded with him, “Please, Elliot!”

He wasn’t sure if it was the sexy way she had pleaded his name or the begging, but he felt the need to bury himself inside of her to the hilt.

“I don’t have a condom,” he rasped.

And they both stilled. Her pussy aching and his cock smashed against the fly of his pants.

“I am clean,” Elliot said gruffly, “There hasn’t been anyone for quite a while now.”

Mandy knew that the last person she had been with was him. And at that moment she prayed it was the same for Elliot.

“Please,” she clutched at his pants trying to undo them and finally succeeding. “Fuck me. It’s okay! I trust you.”

Elliot moaned loudly as Mandy reached inside his boxer briefs and stroked his aching cock. It was pure heaven, and he never wanted it to end.

Mandy was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. Elliot had increased to two fingers and was pumping and scissoring as he glided in and out of her with his long fingers.

“I am going to move you to your hands and knees,” Elliot gravel tones sent heat through her body. “I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

It briefly occurred to her that they were fucking in the elevator like animals. But she didn’t care. Mandy knew what heaven it was to have him inside of her. She would do this in Central Park if it meant he would be with her.

Her panties were ripped away, and the blunt head of his cock started rubbing at her slick folds. He cursed at the contact. Shit, everything about her was an aphrodisiac, and he was helpless to her siren’s call.

He gently entered her. Mandy was so fucking tight that he couldn’t breathe. Her sheath felt like a fist around him, and he lost all sense of gentleness.

His cock swelled, and he began to thrust holding her hips as he drove himself deeper and deeper. Mandy cried, begging, and pleading for him to go harder. It had been so long, and he felt so amazing.

She hovered on the brink, knowing that any second, he would send her crashing. And then he cried out shoving himself inside of her one last time, and they both flew over the edge, crashing into a million pieces.

How long they stayed there, he wouldn’t know. Elliot was vaguely aware of taking off his shirt and offering it to her. It was strange in the darkness, almost as if it were a dream.

Neither spoke, not knowing what to say, and unsure if all of this was happening.

The lights flicked on and the elevator jolted before beginning to move again.

Elliot looked over at Mandy. Her hair was disheveled in a just been fucked way that had his gut in knots. She was standing again in his button-down shirt that pulled against her baby bump.

And she looked so damn beautiful that it took his breath away. So, what she said next completely shook him to the core.

“This was a mistake. I am sorry, Mr. Brand. I understand if you have to let me go.”

Elliot didn’t think before grasping her arm just as the door was about to open. He whipped her around so that she was sheltered from whoever was standing in the lobby and quickly pushed the button back to the penthouse.

Tears had begun to form on her lashed, and Elliot felt like the worst sort of cad in the world. But one thing was clear. He would never let her go. He just needed to prove that to her.