In the end, Elara took a half-day off. She didn't want to waste a single second moving to the bedroom, so we consummated right there in the entryway. With my back pressed against the cold wood of the front door and one leg hooked over her arm for leverage, I bit my own wrist like a gag. I was terrified of the noise I might make—those kinds of sounds that might leak out into the hallway and expose us to the world.
Elara urgently pulled my hand away from my mouth. Instead, she covered my lips with her own palm, stifling both my voice and my breath in one possessive motion. I clung to her, returning her frantic kisses and trying to swallow the embarrassing moans that threatened to echo beyond the door. Even though she owned the entire floor, the thought of someone in the elevator hearing my undoing made my skin prickle with heat.
