Her Five Favorite
Words by Gina Gordan
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Her Five Favorite Words
Copyright© 2010 Gina Gordan
ISBN: 978-1-926771-36-6
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For D.
Becca knelt on the tiled bathroom
floor and gazed at the impressive bulge
level with her eyes. The background
chatter seeping through the door almost
drowned out the heavy click of metal as he
locked them in, ensuring their privacy in
the single washroom of the coffee shop.
She leaned forward, taking in the
musky scent contrasting with the smell of
pine hanging in the air around them. His
long fingers slid his zipper down,
releasing his erection. He was long. He
was pink. He was
 What can I get you? The lady
standing at the register tapped her fingers
on the counter.
Becca cleared her throat and shook
away the remnant of her fantasy. Then she
whispered her five favorite words,
 Grande, vanilla, extra-hot latte.
Saying them had become a ritual.
Or rather half of it. Every morning she
started her day with a drink and a hot
daydream about Mr. Sexy.
The object of her obsession stood
just a couple of people behind her in the
line. His presence heightened Becca s
senses: The coffee smelled sweeter, the
music sang louder, and the ache between
her legs throbbed harder, exciting her to
the brink of gasping.
She stole a glance over her
shoulder before she took back her credit
card. He was wearing his lime green golf
shirt. Not many men could pull it off but
he could, with his cropped brown hair and
his chocolate eyes.
His lean frame towered over the
others, making it easy for her to watch him
while she waited for her latte. One simple
glance had her visualizing his hard body
lying on top of her and his strong hands
creeping up her skirt, stroking her until she
crippled over in orgasm.
 Grande, vanilla, extra-hot latte!
The merry voice almost sang the last
word.
Becca secured a lid to her
cardboard cup and stole one last look. Her
legs weakened at the sight of his sly smile.
Before she could melt into a puddle, she
raced out the double doors into the cool
office building s lobby.
As
she
strutted
across
the
concourse, she tried to tamp down her
sexual energy. She focused on the beat of
her heels clicking against the granite
squares. The fresh aroma of her coffee and
milk pulled her back, sending her insides
into another tizzy.
Her shoe clicked one last time
before she hit the carpet. She pushed the
plastic button with the arrow pointing up
to summon the elevator. With a hesitant
breath, she surveyed the lobby from side
to side. Surprisingly, she waited alone.
She sipped down her latte and
savored the sweet aftertaste, longing for
another type of thick, creamy liquid to
coat the back of her throat. She wanted to
take a man into her mouth and suck, lick,
and stroke until he rewarded her with his
heat.
Becca still held hope she d get to
use the stash of foil packets hidden in her
purse. All she wanted was fast and
satisfying sex. Was it so difficult for a girl
to get laid?
The elevator dinged. When she
stepped into the car, she pulled in a deep,
calming breath. She used her knuckle to
select the forty-seventh floor then took
position against the mirrored back wall.
She held her cup tight and mindlessly
watched the small television screen
flashing the daily news.
The silver steel doors closing her in
came to an abrupt halt when an arm thrust
itself in between them. Her breath caught
at the small glimpse of lime green. She
had often fantasized about this an
elevator romp with Mr. Sexy. Standing up,
bent over, or on the ground. Every time
her orgasm was quick and mind blowing.
He stepped in bringing the fresh
aromas of his coffee and his spicy
aftershave. After pressing his finger
against the number thirty-two, he made his
way to the opposite side of the car.
The moment he settled into his spot
his eyes locked on her, sending a tingle up
and down the length of her body. It
intensified when he focused all his
attention on her face. Her stomach
fluttered, and she felt a rush of heat travel
up her neck to her cheeks.
He rested casually against the wall,
his coffee flush against his chest and his
black dress pants hugging his tight bottom.
Boxers or briefs? She would probably
never know.
They rode in silence, but his eyes
stayed focused on her body. The slight
rattle within the elevator shaft provided
the only noise to focus on. Damn! Her
body craved the touch of a man. Trying to
ease the ache between her legs, she
squeezed tight. If she could have his touch,
just one touch, oh how satisfied she would
be.
She was mid-sip when the elevator
lurched to a stop.
 Shit! Fuck!
It went completely dark before the
soft glow of the generator lights
illuminated the space. This couldn t be
happening. She braced herself up against
the wall, her cup shaking in her hand, and
felt the rise of panic.
 Please
tell
me
this
isn t
happening? Of all the scenarios she
could dream up, she d never expected her
first words to Mr. Sexy to be spoken out
of terror.
  Fraid so. He approached the
control panel and opened up the small
cabinet.
He picked up the receiver and
spoke, but the pounding of her heart
drowned him out. She held on to her cup
for dear life as the space closed in around
her.
 Are you all right?
 Fine, she spit out in between
gasps.  Just a little claustrophobia, no big
deal. She paced the elevator with
unsteady legs.  We need to get out of here.
Right now!
 They said they would get us out as
soon as possible.
His voice was calming underneath
the frenzy of emotions running through her.
Approaching her with caution, he grabbed
her arms, holding her steady, and captured
her gaze.  It s going to be okay.
She lost sense of everything around
her. A different type of disorientation
replaced the raging panic that came with
her fear of enclosed spaces. A butterfly-
inducing haze began the moment he came
into close proximity.
 Let me take that. You re shaking.
He grabbed the drink out of her hand and
placed it on the floor in the corner beside
his own. She hadn t even noticed he d put
his down.
She returned to pacing, her mind
racing.  This is no good, Becks. This isn t
the way to start a new day. Not to mention
you finally get to talk to Mr. Sexy and
you re acting like a crazy woman that just
escaped& 
He chuckled under his breath. Oh,
God! Did she say that out loud? Add
embarrassment to her list of symptoms.
What about mortification?
 Is there something I can do for
you?
Sure. Two minutes ago she was
willing to lift her skirt and bend over for
him, but now she just wished she could be
somewhere else, anywhere else.
 Distract me.
 Distract you?
 Yeah. She continued to wear out
the marble floor, his eyes following her
every move.  I just need to relax. If you
distract me, then I won t have time to think
about where I am and what will happen.
 I can do that. He folded his arms
across his chiselled chest.  Mr. Sexy?
She burst out laughing.  Sorry. I
just& I see you all the time, and you re
very attractive. I ve always wanted to tell
you how good that lime green is on you. It
suits you.
 Thanks.
You re attractive. It looks good on
you. LOSER! Was she being punished for
being sexually needy? She was finally
getting a chance to live out a fantasy, and
her first impression couldn t be any less
arousing.
A loud banging overhead made her
jump, and the unexpected dip of the
elevator car thrust reality back in her face.
 Oh God, we re going to fall! She
pinned herself to the wall, her breathing
coming again in quick pants.
He came closer and ran his strong
hands up and down her arms in comfort.
 We ll be out of here soon.
She saw the change in his eyes, a
flicker of naughty intentions. He inched
even closer. The soft swell of his lower
lip grazed along her forehead. He
whispered,  Hopefully not too soon.
Her blood simmered at the feel of
his warm breath tickling her sensitive
skin.
 What are you doing?
 I m distracting you.
Her head fell back against the wall
as she tried to catch her breath.  Oh.
She should take advantage of this.
She should take the moment by the balls
and kiss him senseless.
 What if I told you I thought of you
as hot office girl?
 You do not. She looked up
expecting an easy smile. Instead the air
grew heavy, ripe with sexual need. It
sizzled and crackled between them.
His mouth came down on hers
before she could even muster the courage
to make a move. He pulled her against his
body, grinding his already hard, pulsing
cock against her stomach. A slow burn
sparked between her thighs.
When his tongue glided along the
seam of her mouth, she parted for him,
moaning as he delved into her warmth.
The bitter taste of his coffee mingled with
the sweet flavor of her latte. He was
gentle and tender, his fingers tracing
circles on the small of her back.
The dim lights above cast a soft
glow over the car. The atmosphere took
on a dream quality, some sort of surreal
sexual adventure. She settled into his
body, savoring the taste of him, the feel of
him, and the stiffness of his cock. Her
mouth watered at the thought of that
hardness gliding along her lips.
He broke away from their kiss. He
wanted this. She could see it in his hungry
stare.
 Are you distracted now?
Dizziness clouded her brain. Her
heart ruthlessly pounded underneath her
breast bone, but this time her attack wasn t
driven by fear. It was lust. Overwhelming,
all consuming, spread-her-legs-wide lust,
and it was all for him.
She didn t care about the elevator
or being stuck. She wanted his hands on
her breasts, his lips on her skin, and his
dick buried deep inside her. Grabbing the
back of his neck, she pulled him down and
locked her lips with his. This time he was
rough, urgent. His hands cupped her
bottom, lifting her sex toward him.
It wasn t until she felt the coldness
of the steel wall against her behind that
she realized he d lifted up the hem of her
skirt. The black wool pooled around her
waist, showing off her lace thong and
matching
garter
tied
to
thigh-high
stockings.
His eyes widened.
 Fuck! He nipped her neck.  I love
garters.
She gasped as he blew a steady
stream of air across his love bites, a cool
contrast to the heated trail his mouth left.
 You ve just been upgraded to sexy
office girl.
 I like that.
Their mouths met again as his hands
made their way between her legs. He
rubbed his palm against her clit while his
fingers settled against the damp fabric that
barely covered her slick opening. She
wiggled into his touch.
 Mmm& I like that too.
His fingers glided along her folds,
circling and teasing until she was about to
buckle from the anticipation. Finally, his
finger slid past the lace, and he mumbled
under his breath at the feel of her wetness.
He plunged one finger then another inside
her burning flesh.
As he devoured her mouth, he
captured her moans. He pumped in and
out, his thumb stroking her nub. He kissed
her like a tender lover, slow and deep, but
his fingers fucked her with a voracious
thirst as if needing her pleasure for his
own.
She didn t know if it was the
spontaneity, the man, or the culmination of
all her fantasies come to life, but she was
ready to explode, hard and fast. He felt so
strong wrapped around her. This was
exactly what she needed.
He ripped away from her mouth,
leaving her panting against the cool steel
as he bent and took position between her
legs. His hot breath tickled her skin. He
moved the soaked-through scrap of
material to the side and dove in.
 Shit! Fuck! Thousands of tiny
sparks lit up her body as he assaulted her
pussy with strong laps from his tongue.
She felt the smirk spread across his
lips at her reaction. Her skin sizzled. Her
thighs clenched. Her stomach fluttered
with every scratch of his cheek.
 Please! She lifted her pelvis,
grinding her sex into his greedy mouth.
He picked up speed. His tongue and
fingers worked together to bring her to
climax. She watched him enjoying every
second of his task. She smoothed her
fingers along the coarse strands of his
hair, coaxing his head back. He looked at
her with fire in his eyes. His mouth was
swollen and glistening from her juices. It
was the sexiest thing she d ever seen.
She thrust his face back to her slick
center.
 Come&  He whispered between
steady lashes of his tongue.  & for me.
She broke apart at his words. Her
orgasm began in her belly, coiling around
and around until it popped. A barrage of
fireworks exploded under the cover of her
eyelids. She gripped his head, holding him
in place, and breathed through the
pleasure.
He licked her still sensitive flesh,
slurping and sucking every ounce of her
cream, trying to draw out the last tremors
of her orgasm.
 That was& you& I needed that.
 Happy to be of service. He kept
his place between her legs, his tongue
flicking to stroke her swollen folds. She
could feel herself on the rise again.
 You keep that up and you re& 
The sound of clanging metal and
muffled voices turned their gaze upward.
 Sir. Sir. Is everything okay down
there?
 I think we re being rescued, he
whispered against her nether lips.
 Already? Becca couldn t believe
what had just come out of her mouth.
Moving to an upright position, he
assured the workers they were fine. Then
he mumbled into her ear,  More than
fine.
The worker still yammered in the
background as Mr. Sexy captured her lips
with an open-mouth kiss.
 Can you taste yourself? Like& 
His tongue dipped between her lips.  &
candy.
 Mmmmm&  The slight grate in
his voice sent another rush of moisture
gushing down the inside of her thighs.
She traced the line of his bottom lip
with her tongue and then moved to the area
just around his mouth. Her tongue and lips
revelled in the deliciousness of her own
flavor.
The clang of metal and the ping of
tools reverberating around them fell away
as she lost herself in the moment. She
couldn t wait to taste him, to see if he was
just as yummy as she imagined.
 Do you know how many times I ve
fantasized about this?
 Miss, how are you holding up?
His body tensed at the inquisition
from above.
Her hand searched out his hard
length.  I want to know if your cum is
sweet& like me.
He grunted. His pelvis rotated and
ground into her hand as she stroked.
 Or thick and salty.
 I love that you re a talker.
 I touch myself thinking about how
it would feel to wrap my lips around you
and take you deep as you shoot hard and
heavy down the back of my throat.
 Miss? Sir?
 We re fine! Mr. Sexy slammed
his hands against the wall on either side of
her. His large, solid body hovered, and he
rubbed his fabric-covered erection along
her body.
 That s what I think about when I m
in that line. I soak my panties right through
at the simple thought of kneeling in front of
you.
She felt his heavy breath on the top
of her head as she bent and made quick
work of his fly. She eased him out then
slid her hand up and down his shaft. His
smooth, velvety skin covered solid steel.
From above, the distant reassurance
of the maintenance worker played in the
background.  We ll have you out of there
very soon. No need to worry.
 I m not worried. She licked a
slow line up his dick.  Are you? Circling
her tongue around his tip, she got her first
taste of his seed.
 God damn!
She danced her tongue around the
underside of his head then took him deep,
her mouth encasing his impressive length.
He rammed his cock in and out. The
suckling noises hung heavy in the air as
she coated him in her saliva.
 That is the sexiest sound I ve ever
heard. He grabbed her hair with one hand
and controlled the pace.  Fuck, you re
good at that.
 Come in my mouth. I want to taste
you.
He pulled her head away.  Next
time.
She looked up at him, knowing her
face must show her disappointment. He
was ruining the fantasy.
 Next time? Do you plan on getting
trapped in an elevator again,  cause I
don t? She darted her tongue out,
attempting to lick his slippery shaft, but he
held her too far away.
 Sexy girl, when I come in your
mouth, you ll be under my desk on your
knees, sucking down everything I give
you. My one hand will be approving
expense reports, and the other will be
tweaking your pink nipple.
Her pussy contracted with his
demanding words. She pulled herself
closer to his body finally making contact
with his balls. They tightened under the
slow lap of her tongue.
 Once I finish with your mouth,
you ll turn around and stick that beautiful
ass in the air, so I can fuck your sopping
wet pussy.
 Fuck me now. She stood.
Their tongues twisted and tangled in
a heated rhythm. He didn t waste any time.
His hands quickly found the hem of her
skirt and thrust it up to her waist. The cool
breeze didn t do anything to tamp down
the blazing heat.
She laid her head back, savoring the
pleasure he was so content to give.
He grunted in her ear,  Please tell
me you have a condom?
 Safety! She unlocked herself from
his grip and bolted for her purse. She held
the deep purple packets up, waving them
in joy.  It s good to be prepared.
 Lucky for me.
He pounced on her, pushing her to
the elevator wall. His mouth came down
on hers with urgent need. He ripped open
the foil wrapper and slid down the smooth
latex.
Grabbing her just under her bottom,
he lifted. She wrapped her legs around his
body. With a smooth glide, he was inside
her. She met him thrust for thrust as he
filled her core.
 Harder!
He obliged. With every stroke she
slid up the smooth steel of the elevator
wall only to come back down hard on his
erection.
She should have her head examined.
After years of therapy discussing the fear
of being trapped in an elevator, here she
was with a cock buried to the hilt, waiting
for someone to rescue her from captivity.
She didn t care that someone could hear
her low moans. Or that at any moment the
doors could swing open. She was in the
moment. All that mattered was the pulsing
dick gliding along the walls of her sex and
the rough grunts of& who?
 What s your name?
 Jordan.
 Fuck me, Jordan. Just like that.
 Shhh. He nuzzled her neck.
 We re not alone.
 Make me come again. She was on
the verge of release. This time instead of a
coiling in her belly, it tingled from the
outside in.
He leaned back, changing the angle,
and rubbed his dick on the grainy patch of
skin on the upper walls of her opening.
 Ohmygod! Ohmygod!
 Take me with you.
Their skin slapped together in a
frantic rhythm. The fabric of his pants
twisted in the chaos, and with every brush
of contact, her clit rubbed along the metal
edges of his zipper. The quick sting of
pain gave way to a slow build of pleasure
until she tipped over the edge.
The space went black, her head
spun in all directions, but the feel of her
cunt sucking him in with every contraction
kept her grounded in the experience.
Within seconds she felt the ripple of
his intense orgasm and the warmth of his
heated seed as it emptied into the condom.
He shuddered against her body then
dropped her down to rest on her feet.
His voice was hoarse as he finally
broke the silence.  I would get stuck in an
elevator every day if there was even a
slight chance of this happening again.
 Me too.
 This from the woman who not ten
minutes ago was terrified of elevators.
 Well, I d be up for it only if it s
guaranteed that this would happen again.
He stepped away giving her some
room. She had to admit that the farther
away he was the more aware she became
of her surroundings.
 And it would have to always be
with you. She pulled down her skirt and
fixed her messy hair.  You re the master
of distraction.
 I wasn t kidding about my office. I
think you re& 
There was a loud rumble, and the
elevator car flooded with fluorescent
lighting. A few rattles and the elevator
began a slow decent back to the main
floor.
 Thank God. Any longer, and we
might have been forced to do an encore.
Not that she would ever turn that down.
She looked him over, and despite
the mind-blowing sex session they d just
finished, she saw the spark flicker in his
eyes at the mere mention of a repeat
performance.
The doors opened with a ding, and
Jordan ushered her out.
People flooded the lobby: co-
workers, security guards, maintenance
personnel, even a couple of fire fighters,
and paramedics. Some office workers
waited around in annoyance, no doubt
their wait time had doubled as a result of
the break down. Everyone seemed to be
going about their business, but they all had
quirky smiles plastered on their faces,
their eyes darting to the couple then
quickly away.
A man in a suit and tie approached.
 I m Bob Brown, Security Manager for
the building. He held out his hand to her.
 Becca.
 Everyone all right?
They nodded.
 Good. There are paramedics on
site if you need any medical attention.
She looked up at Jordan.  I think
we re both fine.
 Just a little hot and bothered? The
man laughed low in his throat. He turned
but stopped halfway.  A tip for next time.
Next time? Becca hoped she would
never have to endure another elevator
situation. At least not without Jordan.
 We
have
security
cameras
positioned in each elevator car.
Becca recoiled and looked at
Jordan.
 Not that a visual was necessary
with the enhanced audio we could hear
from the elevator shaft.
Her
face
flushed
with
embarrassment. That would explain the
smirks of the onlookers. Jordon looked at
Bob, a silent manly exchange on both their
faces. Men.
 I ve got to get back and write a
few reports. If you re both fine, then I ll
send the emergency personnel on their
way. He gave a quick nod and turned on
his heel, weaving through the crowd.
It was time to get back to reality.
Her co-workers were probably wondering
where she was. Her boss probably thought
she was slacking off. She headed for the
bank of elevators across the way, slightly
embarrassed to look Jordan in the eye.
 Becca?
It sounded nice rolling off his
tongue.
He grabbed her by the elbow and
swirled her around.
She gobbled up the sight of his
handsome face, clear tanned skin, dark
eyes made even more beautiful now that
she d seen them blaze with sexual need.
 Like I said before, I wasn t
kidding about my office. He pulled out a
business card from his wallet.  Thirty-
second floor. Whenever you re in the
mood for something sweet&  He lowered
his head, his mouth hovering beside her
ear.  & or salty.