Billionaire Mitch Sterling is used to getting what he wants, and he wants Jan Johnson, but he only wants a little tug and tickle in the boardroom. Where's the harm in that, but Jan says no, so Mitch Sterling fires her, and that's the end of her career. Everything she worked for is flushed away, and when the elevator breaks on her way out of the office it's the perfect metaphor for how her life is going. But Jan isn't alone in the elevator. She's stuck in the tight space with two male specimens, and one of them has a real problem with being confined. Thinking fast, Jan does the only thing she can think of to calm him down.
“Don’t worry about the elevator, worry about me,” she breathed, and she kissed him.
At first, he didn’t return her kiss, but when she ran her fingers down his belly to the front of his pants, his attention turned on her, like she was fire and he was about to get burned. Instantly one of his hands fell on her hip and the other landed on the back of her neck. Her hand found a growing bulge in his pants, and she rubbed it.
“There’s nothing to worry about, Will, nothing at all,” she breathed on his lips when their kiss broke.
William was panting. She kissed his lips lightly and rubbed his erection through his pants.
“How are you feeling, Will? Don’t you feel much better?” she cooed.
“Yeah,” he said, sounding excited, but not scared. “Much.”
Then the elevator rocked...