Fingering in the Packed Elevator

Evelina

The elevator doors slid open on the next floor, and a fresh wave of suits and interns squeezed into the already cramped space. I was shoved backward, my spine hitting Alaric’s broad, solid chest. He didn't move an inch to give me space. Instead, his hand, which had been possessing my ass through my skirt, migrated. His fingers dipped lower, hooking under the hem of the fabric and sliding