The conference had ended hours ago. Lianne and Marcus had stayed behind in the lounge—half-dressed in designer casuals, sipping overpriced cocktails and basking in the thrill of being out of town. Away from expectations. Away from rules.
That’s where they met Ezra.
Tall. Cool. A stranger with a loosened tie and a crooked smile, leaning against the bar like he’d been waiting for them.
“You two,” he said, after catching Lianne’s gaze more than once, “look like you’ve got a secret. Or want one.”
They didn’t even speak—just finished their drinks and stepped into the elevator together.
As soon as the doors slid shut, something shifted.
Lianne turned first, kissing Ezra like she’d known him forever, her fingers already tugging at his belt. Marcus watched—silent, burning—as Ezra kissed down her neck, his hand between her legs before they even passed the 10th floor.
“You okay?” Ezra asked, voice rough.
Marcus stepped closer, pressing his hand against Ezra’s chest. “Touch her harder.”
Lianne gasped as Ezra obeyed, fingers curling inside her while Marcus kissed her hungrily, her body pinned between the two of them. The elevator climbed slow—lights blinking one floor at a time—as Ezra dropped to his knees, lifting her leg over his shoulder, licking her until she moaned his name.
At Floor 18, Marcus unzipped his pants. Lianne dropped to her knees beside Ezra, taking her husband into her mouth while Ezra kissed her from behind, his fingers still coated in her slick.
At Floor 24, she straddled Ezra now, riding him deep and slow against the mirrored wall, her eyes on Marcus, her moans echoing as the elevator rocked beneath them. Marcus stroked himself, watching her fall apart.
At Floor 28, they stood tangled—clothes half on, lips swollen, hearts racing.
The doors opened silently.
No one got off.
Ezra smirked. “Back down?”
Marcus hit the button for L with a grin.
“Only if we don’t stop this time.”
