Pleasure Prolonged by Cathryn Fox

colleague, as Deanne had so graciously pointed out, but she would never be able to get any work done as long as she continued to imagine the kinds of private, intimate things he would do behind the closed doors of an elevator.
    Private, intimate things he would do to her.
    She blew out a shuddery breath and surveyed the lobby. Deanne hurried past her and made her way to the stairwell. God forbid the woman took the elevator and stored a calorie. Of course, the fact that the antique elevator wheezed like a pneumonia patient and made unscheduled stops between floors, leaving its occupants trapped while it recaptured steam, made for another good reason to take the stairs.
    Erin glanced around again. No sign of Kale. She released a sigh and ignored the odd wave of disappointment that stirred her blood. Cripes, she wasn’t really considering having sex in an elevator with Kale, was she?
    When the steel doors opened, she rushed ahead and stepped inside. Catching sight of her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, she smoothed her hands over her windblown hair.
    Okay, okay, so she couldn’t deny that she’d taken extra care with her appearance that morning as she carefully knotted her hair in a ponytail at the nape of her neck.
    The way Kale liked it .
    She touched her finger to her lips, and for the umpteenth time since the wedding reception, she relived Kale’s sensuous kiss. Here it was days later, and that kiss was still messing with her mind. No man had ever kissed her like that before.
    The truth was, the two men she’d been intimate with had spent more time worrying about their pleasure than hers. Her trips between the sheets were over long before they had even begun, leaving Erin having to take matters into her own hands.
    Of course, there was that one time that she thought she’d had an orgasm with her ex-fiancé, but then she quickly realized the flutters in her body were from a bout of indigestion. That’s what she got for eating pepperoni pizza before bed.
    Something told her Kale would never leave her unsatisfied and frustrated. Her body fairly vibrated just thinking about how he’d undoubtedly take matters into his hands.
    She drew her lip between her teeth and allowed herself another moment to reminisce about Kale’s warm mouth over hers. To think he’d barely gotten started. She could only imagine how wonderful it would have been if he’d had the time to thoroughly explore her mouth…her body. Damn, she could feel herself coming unglued just thinking about it.
    She’d spent all of last night agonizing over how to proceed where Kale was involved. There was no denying the physical attraction between them. It was an attraction unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It set her loins on fire and muddled her usually clear thoughts. Kale had certainly made his intentions clear at the reception. All she had to do was gather her courage and play the part of the bad girl.
    The woman in her told her to go for it. Have casual sex, enjoy it, and move on. Thanks to her ex-fiancé, she no longer believed in happily-ever-after and wasn’t looking for a relationship.
    Kale would be returning to Los Angeles in a little over a month’s time and had made it clear he wanted her only sexually. They had no future. Nor did she want one.
    On the other hand, the emotional part of her advised her to be careful, warning her that having sex with him would be a bad idea. Since her breakup with Dwayne she’d taken control of her life, her work, and her emotions. But when she was with Kale, that control seemed to pack up and leave town. The man threatened all her barriers. She wasn’t so certain she could satisfy her sexual desires without the risk of feeling some deeper emotional connection with him.
    Erin pressed floor fourteen on the glowing orange number panel and leaned against the wall. Her thoughts drifted. Fourteen floors of wild, hot, untamed sex. Whew. Time to shed her winter coat.
    Moments before the doors pinged