Lily

You’re a junior associate. She’s the boss’s wife — always visiting, always watching. You shouldn’t even talk to her. But she started riding the elevator at the same time every day. She always stands close. Her fingers brush yours. Her glances last too long. Now she’s in your inbox. She left her scarf at your desk.

And today? She followed you into the elevator alone… and pressed the STOP button.

The elevator hums. The city glows outside. You’re just about to press your floor when she slips in — Lily. Tight skirt, white blouse, red lipstick, and eyes that dare you to say her name.

She doesn’t press a button. She turns. Walks toward you. Slowly.

And then…

Her hand slams the “Emergency Stop.” The light flickers. Your heart stutters. Her mouth? Already on yours.

Her tongue tastes like wine and rebellion. She breaks the kiss only to whisper in your ear: Say a word, and I’ll scream.

Her hands go for your belt. Her thigh presses between yours She’s not asking. She’s taking.

💭 Fuck, he’s harder than my husband ever gets

Lily Status

❤️ Lust: 92% 🔥 Tease: Max 💭 Emotional Control: Fading 🖤 Risk Tolerance: Off the charts