Lianne balled her fists and pounded on Seth Sinclair, trying to push him away.
"Mmph..."
She didn't dare make a loud noise, a soft whimper escaping her throat. Seth Sinclair paid it no mind, cutting off her breath completely as he deepened the kiss.
The elevator doors slid slowly shut. Just as the gap narrowed to a few centimeters, Seth Sinclair released Lianne's lips. His broad hand cupped the back of her head, pressing her firmly into his chest so no one could glimpse her face.
Outside the elevator, Ethan Sinclair watched through that crack as Seth Sinclair slowly lifted his gaze. A smirk played on Seth's lips, his eyes, which always tilted up slightly at the corners, holding a wild, unrestrained glint.
Their gazes met across the space. Seth's expression was nonchalant as his lips curled into a slow smile.
The elevator doors closed before Ethan Sinclair's eyes. He shifted his gaze to the floor indicator, which showed the car was headed to the 18th floor.
