06-03-2026, 01:57 PM
The lobby of the Grand Silicon Suites was a blur of polished marble and muted golden light as they hurried toward the elevators. Bavi felt like she was walking through a dream, her feet barely touching the floor, her body still humming from the friction of the cab ride.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft, melodic chime. They stepped inside, and the moment the doors hissed shut, sealing them in the small, mirrored box, the "Professional" mode didn't just crash—it was annihilated.
Shri didn't wait for the lift to start its ascent. He slammed his hand against the 'Emergency Stop'—just for a heartbeat—before hitting the button for the 22nd floor. Then, he turned.
He grabbed Bavi by the waist and hauled her against him, her back hitting the mirrored wall with a muffled thud. He didn't ask; he took. His mouth crashed onto hers in a smooch so fierce it made her head spin.
Bavi didn't hesitate. She reciprocated with a hunger that shocked her, her tongue tangling with his, her hands winding into his dark hair and pulling him closer. She wanted to erase every millimeter of space between them. She was "drenched," her body a molten landscape of need, the cool glass against her back the only thing keeping her from melting into the carpet.
"Bavi," he groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to her rear, hoisting her up until her feet left the floor.
She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, the friction of her damp leggings against his hard thighs sending sparks of pure electricity through her core. She could feel his hardness, a thick, insistent pressure against her center that made her whimper into the kiss.
The elevator climbed—10, 14, 18—the floor numbers flickering in the reflection of the mirrors like a countdown. Bavi didn't care. She was lost in the taste of him, the strength of his arms, and the sheer audacity of what they were doing in a glass box rising through the sky.
She pulled back just enough to gasp for air, her eyes dark and blown wide. "Shri... the doors... they're going to open."
"Let them," he rasped, his lips finding the sensitive hollow of her throat, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "I’m not letting you go."
As the elevator chimed for the 22nd floor, Bavi reluctantly slid down his body, her feet hitting the floor just as the doors slid open. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, and her breath was coming in short, jagged bursts.
Shri stepped out, his hand gripping her wrist, his stride long and purposeful. He looked like a man on a mission to claim what was already his.
They reached Room 2204. Shri pulled the gold-embossed key card from his pocket, his eyes fixed on Bavi as the light turned green.
"Final authorization, Lead," he whispered, his voice thick with a promise that made her knees tremble. "Are you ready to go offline?"
Bavi reached out, her hand covering his on the door handle. "Authorize," she breathed.
The door swung open, and they vanished into the shadows of the suite.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft, melodic chime. They stepped inside, and the moment the doors hissed shut, sealing them in the small, mirrored box, the "Professional" mode didn't just crash—it was annihilated.
Shri didn't wait for the lift to start its ascent. He slammed his hand against the 'Emergency Stop'—just for a heartbeat—before hitting the button for the 22nd floor. Then, he turned.
He grabbed Bavi by the waist and hauled her against him, her back hitting the mirrored wall with a muffled thud. He didn't ask; he took. His mouth crashed onto hers in a smooch so fierce it made her head spin.
Bavi didn't hesitate. She reciprocated with a hunger that shocked her, her tongue tangling with his, her hands winding into his dark hair and pulling him closer. She wanted to erase every millimeter of space between them. She was "drenched," her body a molten landscape of need, the cool glass against her back the only thing keeping her from melting into the carpet.
"Bavi," he groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to her rear, hoisting her up until her feet left the floor.
She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, the friction of her damp leggings against his hard thighs sending sparks of pure electricity through her core. She could feel his hardness, a thick, insistent pressure against her center that made her whimper into the kiss.
The elevator climbed—10, 14, 18—the floor numbers flickering in the reflection of the mirrors like a countdown. Bavi didn't care. She was lost in the taste of him, the strength of his arms, and the sheer audacity of what they were doing in a glass box rising through the sky.
She pulled back just enough to gasp for air, her eyes dark and blown wide. "Shri... the doors... they're going to open."
"Let them," he rasped, his lips finding the sensitive hollow of her throat, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "I’m not letting you go."
As the elevator chimed for the 22nd floor, Bavi reluctantly slid down his body, her feet hitting the floor just as the doors slid open. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, and her breath was coming in short, jagged bursts.
Shri stepped out, his hand gripping her wrist, his stride long and purposeful. He looked like a man on a mission to claim what was already his.
They reached Room 2204. Shri pulled the gold-embossed key card from his pocket, his eyes fixed on Bavi as the light turned green.
"Final authorization, Lead," he whispered, his voice thick with a promise that made her knees tremble. "Are you ready to go offline?"
Bavi reached out, her hand covering his on the door handle. "Authorize," she breathed.
The door swung open, and they vanished into the shadows of the suite.
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