In for a penny, in for a pound. They had made it clear over their abandoned meal just where this was going to go the moment they were alone. That they weren’t entirely alone, likely under security cameras and who knew what other means of watching them, didn’t seem to matter. It definitely didn’t matter to Arthur. All he cared about was the way that broad, hard body felt pining him to the wall of the elevator.


His arms twined around the forger’s neck, jerking him closer as he arched to press against him. Already he was imagining how it would be to have him naked, though those thoughts shouldn’t be for there in the elevator. Even if they were. “I plan,” he murmured between kiss, drawing a ragged breath. “To be certain to take fullest advantage of you.”