Elevated Desires - Short Story

Elevated Desires

What happens when two rivals, Mia and Cole, are trapped in an elevator, and forced to face the undeniable heat between them? Welcome to Elevated Desires, a sizzling new weekly romance series where business enemies blur the line between love and hate.

Every Thursday, I’ll bring you a new chapter filled with tension, chemistry, and unforgettable moments. This series is perfect for fans of steamy romance and enemies-to-lovers stories that turn the heat up to maximum.

Ready for a story that takes the phrase trapped with your enemy to an entirely new level? Don’t miss out—bookmark this page and come back every week for your next dose of Elevated Desires!

© Copyright © 2025 by LS Phoenix

The Elevator Encounter

Mia

The glittering ballroom hums with energy, champagne flutes clinking and conversations weaving together into a lively symphony of celebration. It’s the kind of event meant to impress, an industry gala where everyone pretends their success was effortless and their laughter isn’t rehearsed. I’ve been playing the part all night—smiling at all the right people, nodding at their anecdotes, and pretending the height of my heels isn’t killing me.

As the night winds down, I make my escape, slipping away from the crowd with a final polite nod to my boss. The hallway outside the ballroom is quieter, the plush carpet muffling my hurried steps as I make my way toward the elevators. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the effort that went into tonight, but these events always feel like a test of endurance rather than an actual celebration.

I press the elevator button, sighing softly as I wait. The doors open with a quiet chime, and I step inside, finally letting my shoulders relax as the polished steel walls close me off from the world. Just as the doors begin to glide shut, a large hand shoots between them, forcing them open again.

Cole Montgomery steps inside.

My jaw tightens instinctively at the sight of him, his confident smirk only deepening my irritation. Of course, he’s here. He’s always there—at every meeting, every event, somehow managing to make everything about him. His tailored suit fits him too perfectly, and the subtle scent of his cologne—something dark and woodsy—fills the small space. It’s obnoxiously fitting for a man I can’t stand.

“Really?” I mutter, crossing my arms as he presses the button for his floor. “Couldn’t wait for the next one?”

He smirks, leaning casually against the wall. “And miss the pleasure of your company? Not a chance.”

I roll my eyes, staring resolutely at the elevator panel. “Lucky me.”

I cross my arms, leaning back against the wall as the elevator jerks into motion. “If I’d known you’d be here, I’d have taken the stairs.”

Cole’s smirk deepens, that maddening glint of amusement lighting his dark eyes as he leans casually against the opposite wall. He lifts one hand to check his watch, every motion deliberate and annoyingly smooth. “Careful, Mia. That almost sounded like you’ve been actively trying to avoid me.”

“Maybe I have,” I shoot back, arching a brow. “The idea of an entire night without your commentary seemed too good to be true.”

He chuckles, low and infuriatingly rich. “And yet here we are, proving you can’t resist me.”

I roll my eyes, refusing to let the flutter of heat his voice stirs show on my face. “Don’t flatter yourself, Montgomery. It’s not a good look.”

“Hardly. I don’t waste my time on—”

The elevator lurches with a violent jolt, a screech of metal cutting me off mid-sentence. The lights flicker, once, twice, and then plunge us into dim emergency lighting. Silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating, as the realization settles in.

We’re stuck.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, pushing off the wall to jab the emergency button repeatedly.

“It’s adorable how you think pounding on that is going to solve the problem,” Cole drawls, his voice oozing condescension.

I whirl around, narrowing my eyes at him. “I’m not in the mood for your shit Cole.”

“And yet, here I am.” He tucks one hand into his pants pocket and takes a drink of his champagne flute, as though this is just another part of the evening’s entertainment.

Ignoring him, I press the button again, harder this time, willing it to light up and summon help. Nothing happens. My pulse ticks faster in my chest, the air in the elevator growing warmer by the second. This is not how tonight was supposed to go. I was supposed to charm potential investors, impress industry leaders, and secure deals—not get trapped in a box with Cole Montgomery, the man who has made it his personal mission to undercut me at every opportunity.

“You’ll give yourself a complex if you keep scowling like that,” he remarks, taking a slow sip of champagne as if to emphasize how unbothered he is.

“Don’t start with me, Montgomery.”

His lips curve into a lazy grin, dark brows arching as if to say, Oh, but where’s the fun in that?

The tension in the small space is suffocating, crackling like static electricity. Every barb we’ve traded over the years, every lingering glance and too-close encounter, presses between us like a third person in the elevator. My heart pounds in my ears, each beat louder than the last.

I take a steadying breath and retreat to the corner furthest from him. It’s not much space, but it’s better than standing close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. Unfortunately, even the cold steel at my back can’t stop the prickle of awareness that climbs my spine when he moves.

Cole sets his champagne flute down on the floor with a deliberate slowness, his dark eyes locking onto mine. He steps forward, his every movement exuding confidence, until he’s close enough that I can see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw and the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

“Why do you do that?” he asks, his voice low, almost intimate.

“Do what?” I snap, feigning ignorance as my fingers clench into fists at my sides.

“Act like you hate me.” His head tilts, his gaze narrowing as he grins at me. “You don’t.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I scoff.

“Too late.” His grin widening.

His confidence is infuriating. The way he looks at me, like he knows exactly how to unnerve me, has my blood boiling and my skin tingling in equal measure. My back presses harder against the wall as though I could sink into it and disappear.

“I don’t hate you,” I admit, my voice sharp. “I just don’t like you.”

“Liar.”

His hand moves before I can stop him, brushing a strand of hair that’s come loose from my updo. His touch is light, a teasing caress that sends a jolt of heat racing down my spine and straight to my core. My breath catches, and for a moment, the only sound in the elevator is the shallow rise and fall of my breaths.

“Cole—” His name escapes my lips like a warning, but even I don’t believe it.

His gaze drops to my mouth, and in that charged moment, the air between us crackles with an intensity I can’t ignore. Before I can say another word, his mouth crashes onto mine.

It’s not tentative. It’s not careful. It’s fire and heat and years of pent-up frustration exploding between us. My hands find his chest, and I don’t know if I mean to push him away or pull him closer, but he takes it as permission. His tongue slides past my lips, deepening the kiss until I’m breathless and trembling against him.

His hands are everywhere—at my waist, my hips, sliding up my back to press me closer. He’s hard and solid, and when his teeth graze my bottom lip, I gasp, the sound swallowed by his kiss.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he murmurs, his voice rough and gravelly.

“You imagined this?” I whisper, the words barely audible as his lips move to my jaw, then lower to my neck.

“More times than I care to admit.”

His hands slide lower, gripping the backs of my thighs, and before I can process what’s happening, I’m lifted off the floor, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He presses me against the wall, his body fitting against mine with an intimacy that’s both shocking and exhilarating.

My dress rides up as his hands smooth over the backs of my thighs to my ass, his touch firm and possessive. The cool air against my skin is a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. I moan softly, my fingers tangling in his hair as he grinds his cock against me, the friction enough to drive me wild.

“Tell me to stop, Mia,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with restraint.

I should. I should tell him this is wrong, that the stakes are too high, that we’ll regret this the moment those elevator doors open. But I don’t. Instead, I tug his face back to mine, kissing him with a desperation I didn’t know I had.

His hand slips beneath the lace of my underwear, his fingers brushing over my clit with unerring precision. The first stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through me, sharp and immediate, making my head fall back against the wall. A soft, desperate gasp escapes my lips as he circles and teases, his touch an intoxicating mix of firm and gentle, driving me closer to the edge with every pass. My body responds instinctively, hips rolling toward him, seeking more of the maddening pressure he’s so effortlessly creating.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” Cole murmurs against my ear, his voice a low, rough growl that shoots straight through me. “I could touch you like this all day and never get tired of the way you’re falling apart for me.”

A whimper escapes me as he slides a finger inside, the sensation of being stretched sending a new wave of pleasure rippling through my body. He doesn’t stop circling my clit with his thumb, the combination a dizzying push and pull of sensations. My walls clench around his finger as he adds another, the delicious stretch and friction building a heat that makes my thighs tremble. My breaths come faster, shallower, as my body tightens, coiling with anticipation.

“That’s it, Mia,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my neck, his free hand gripping my hip to steady me against the wall, even as my legs tighten around his waist. The tremble in my body betrays how completely he has unraveled me, the sensation of him inside me stealing every coherent thought. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it—the way you’re squeezing my fingers, the way you’re trembling. Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel how much you need me.”

His words push me over the edge, and my entire body tenses as the orgasm crashes over me, a sharp, powerful release that leaves me gasping his name. My thighs clamp around his body, my pussy gripping his fingers as the waves roll through me. My head falls forward onto his shoulder, each pulse leaving me trembling and clinging to him for support. The world blurs, my senses consumed by the overwhelming pleasure and the way his fingers stroke me through it are grounding me even as I feel like I’m floating.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he whispers, his lips brushing lazy, possessive kisses along my neck, his hand still between my legs, stroking softly now. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

The elevator jolts back to life with a mechanical groan, the lights flickering as it resumes its ascent. Reality threatens to crash down around us, but Cole doesn’t give it the chance. With a swift, fluid motion, he lifts me higher, pressing me against the elevator wall. My legs wrap around his waist tighter, instinctively as he tugs my underwear to the side and frees himself. The feel of him—thick, hard, and impossibly ready—makes my breath hitch, my body instinctively clenching in anticipation.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, positioning himself at my entrance. “You want this, don’t you? Tell me how bad you need me.”

“I need you,” I whisper, my voice shaky but filled with raw truth. “I need you inside me, Cole.”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with approval and dominance as he pushes into me, slow and deliberate. The stretch is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that steals the breath from my lungs. He’s bigger than I expected, his thickness filling me in a way that’s almost too much, and yet, it’s exactly what I want—what I need.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine as he stills, giving me a moment to adjust. “You feel like heaven, so tight and perfect. Just like you were made for me.”

The heat in his gaze locks me in place as he starts to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, dragging against every nerve ending inside me. The pleasure is sharp, building fast as he sets a relentless rhythm, his hands gripping my hips and his chest anchoring me in place.

“You feel that?” he growls, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against my lips. “That’s me claiming you, owning every fucking inch of you. You’re mine, baby, and I’m going to make damn sure you never forget it.”

My nails dig into his shoulders, my head hitting the wall as he drives into me, his pace unforgiving. Each thrust sends a shockwave through me, the angle hitting a spot so deep and devastatingly perfect that it has me crying out his name. My body responds to him in a way I didn’t think possible, every nerve on fire with a pleasure so consuming it feels like too much and not enough all at once.

“Cole,” I gasp, my voice breaking as I cling to him, my body tightening around him with every powerful thrust. “I… I’m—”

“I know, baby,” he growls, his voice a mix of grit and need as he picks up the pace. “I can feel you. Come for me again. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

His words push me over the edge again, and this time, the orgasm is even more intense. My entire body tenses, every muscle locking up as the pleasure crashes through me, stealing my breath and leaving me trembling in his arms. My walls pulse around him, and his groan is deep, and primal, as he thrusts into me one last time, spilling into me with a shuddering release.

For a moment, the only sounds in the elevator are our ragged breaths and the faint hum of the machinery. He holds me there, his forehead resting against mine, his hands gentle now as they stroke my sides.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to do that? How much I’ve wanted you?” he whispers, his voice low and rough, each word intense and raw. His dark eyes search mine, and it feels like he’s laying everything bare. “And I’m not letting you go.”

As the words hang between us, he gently sets me back on my feet, his hands lingering on my waist like he’s reluctant to lose contact. He adjusts his suit with practiced ease, tucking himself away, while I quickly tug my dress back down, smoothing the fabric over my thighs. My fingers tremble, the aftermath of what just happened leaving me breathless, unsteady and honestly…unsure.

When the doors slide open, a group of wide-eyed gala attendees stares back at us. My cheeks flame as I quickly step out of the elevator on unsteady legs.

“Mia,” Cole calls after me, his tone softer now but no less commanding.

I glance back, my heart still racing. “Don’t think this changes anything.”

His grin is slow and wicked. “Oh, I think it changes everything.”

And as I walk away, the heat of his gaze burning into my back, I can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he’s right.

The End

© Copyright © 2025 by LS Phoenix

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the

publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.