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The Elevator Ride >>> a short erotic romance story - Part 5 of 7

The Elevator Ride - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. The 7-part series will be shared as daily blog post each day of this week.

Enjoy!

Maria

**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**



Christ she’d been the best lay he’d ever had! Not that he would readily admit it, no way in hell would he give her that kind of power.

“We screwed like a pair of sex-starved teens,” she interrupted his thoughts. “No point in being bashful about it now.”

“I’m far from bashful,” Rex snapped “I’m just trying to figure out why you keep bringing up the Wichita incident.”

“Why do you think?” Mona asked scathingly.

Her abrasiveness was wearing him thin. Yes, they were both stuck in an ancient elevator, and yes, they were both hungry and tired, but her nasty attitude was unnecessary. “Why are you so irritable?” Rex said is voice raised in frustration.

“Why are you being so stupid?” Mona shot back, venom in her voice. “I'm divorced and horny. Does that answer your fucking question?”

Rex stared at her. She stared back. Their eyes locked in a battle of wills.

And?” he answered derisively. What the hell was he supposed to say to that?

And…I haven’t had a good lay in months,” she admitted, hooking her thumbs in his belt loops to pull him toward her.

“So, I’m your go-to fuck buddy now?” Rex laughed with fake heartiness.

Mona seemingly aware of his predicament ran her hand over the front of his trousers “Why not?” she teased “You seem to be a tad sexually frustrated yourself.”

In response to her brazen move he grunted. Fixated on her plump lips he remembered the time his seed coated her heart-shaped mouth and his dick sprung to life.

“Aimee is obviously holding out on you.”

Rex didn’t reply.

“So, how long has it been?” she asked caustically. “A week…two weeks?”

The corners of his mouth twitched.

“We could both use a release,” she reasoned.


The Elevator Ride - Part 6 will be posted on Saturday. Thanks for reading!

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