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“Hold the elevator!”

Savannah stuck her arm out to stop the doors from shutting, and tried to jam her finger on the “door open” button at the same time. Her purse fell from her shaking hands, spilling the contents all over the floor.

“Got it, thanks.” A rich, male voice sent shivers down her spine.

Oh my God! It was the hottie from the penthouse!

In the elevator with her.

And she looked like she’d been hit by a truck.

“You’re welcome. These things take forever to come back to the lobby.” Stop babbling. Savannah took a deep breath and bent down to pick up her scattered belongings on the floor.

“Here, let me help you with that, since it’s my fault you dropped your purse.”

“No, really. It’s fine.”

Large hands with a light sprinkling of hair brushed hers as she picked up her lipstick. A bolt of pure lust shot from her hand straight to her pussy, lighting fires in her bloodstream along the way. She looked into his face and was captured by the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Th-thank you.” Savannah knew she was staring but couldn’t seem to help herself. High cheekbones highlighted a masculine face with a touch of stubble on it. A strong jaw was softened by full lips and a dimple in his chin.

She was a sucker for dimples.

“That looks like everything.” He winked at her and smiled.

As he stood to his full height, Savannah got a quicksilver view of muscled abs and rock hard thighs.

“Yes, that’s everything.” Although how she’d know when she wasn’t even looking was anyone’s guess. She’d been lusting after him from afar ever since she moved into the building six months ago. The close-up view was even better than the glimpses she’d seen of him from across the lobby.

Come on idiot! Here’s your chance! Don’t waste it.

“Savannah Malone, I live in 2217.” She stuck her hand out to shake his.

“Carrick MacNamara, I have the penthouse,” he said, his hand engulfing her much smaller one. Another blast of heat slammed into her.

“Really?” As if she didn’t know. “You must have a great view of the river from up there.”

Before he could answer her, the lights went out and the elevator was plunged into darkness. Savannah stumbled against Carrick as the car came to a screeching halt. The part of her that wasn’t cringing in embarrassment at knocking Carrick against the wall sighed in female appreciation at his steely chest.

“Are you okay?” His deep voice whispered across her ear, sending chills down her spine and making her pussy lips swell and moisten. “We must have lost power from the storm. The emergency generator should kick on soon.”

Savannah hoped it took its time coming back on. She could stay pressed against his chest in the dark for the next lifetime.

 

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