The motion made her pause slightly.
Ethan Laurent's gaze lightly swept over their closely pressed bodies, and then looked at their lips so close together, his expression seemed to hold a trace of pleasure.
Summer Ford awkwardly wanted to withdraw her body, however, just as the impulse arose, her waist was hooked by Ethan Laurent's arm.
Summer Ford was stunned, her face lifted in shock.
Ethan Laurent pinched her chin with his fingers, his large hand trapping her hand, and his lips aimed at hers and kissed her.
"It's almost closing time!" Summer Ford thought about the upcoming rush hour, her hand moved in his hand as a reminder.
Ethan Laurent ignored her, his lips covered hers, lightly biting and sucking.
He seemed to be savoring something delicious, with no intention of letting go.
The elevator behind them made a sound as it slowly descended, indicating someone was coming down.
Their standing position was right at the elevator entrance, waiting for the elevator.
