HELLO EVERYONE! Thanks for reading the start of this new adventure, This was originally a one shot written for the amazing trio Laynaa, Sandy and Lizzie. Please read and review, Im a review whore so go ahead and tell it to the review button. Here it goes...

Elena walked down the deserted hallway of one of the top floors of the building. Her tired steps echoed across the empty space. She could feel her stilettos slightly sink in the carpet. The fabric covering the tip of the pointy shoes in an almost soothing manner. Soothing was exactly what she needed, she carried a box with her belongings in her hands. Earlier she had been called to her boss's office and he had announced she had been let go. She had enough in her plate with Mason, her boyfriend, letting her go too. She came to a stop in front of the elevator and pushed the button with the down arrow.

Elena could feel the tickling sensation of tears beginning to show in her eyes. She was not going to cry. She clenched her jaw and decidedly pushed the tears away. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry, she repeated like a mantra.

The ding sound announced the arrival of the elevator and the doors slid open.

Damon couldn't believe the hell of a day he just had. He had lost an account to his rival and now his position as partner of the firm was compromised. He slammed the phone into his desk so hard it left a dent. He took his briefcase and walked out of the Law firm hosted on the top floor of the building. He was enraged. His steps were strong and determined; the rhythmic swinging of his briefcase shook the air around him. He stopped in front of the elevator and the doors immediately swung open. Damon was relieved he didn't have to wait for the stupid elevator at least, he had to wait for judges, he had to wait for Kat to come before him, it was all wait, wait, wait.

He stepped into the elevator and leaned against the back wall covered from the middle to the ceiling with a mirror. He took a look at himself in the mirror. His blue eyes gazed intensely at himself, you could see his anger in the way his strong jaw was set. His deep blue dress shirt almost got lost with his black tie and suit. He shrugged his jacket off and loosened his tie; sometimes he wished he could just tighten it enough to end things. Now he was having suicidal thoughts, bourbon. Now.

The elevator slowed down and when it came to a stop the doors slid open to reveal a gorgeous, statuesque brunette standing behind it. She looked into his eyes and flashed the briefest, fakest of smiles. She was carrying a box full of things, and he spotted a picture frame with a picture of her and a man on the beach. He couldn't help but notice the way the little black dress hugged her curves like a silken glove. Her breasts were full and plump. Now he was getting turned on by the stranger in the elevator.

She stepped inside and turned to press the button to close the doors. When she maneuvered to push the button she lost hang of the box and it fell to the ground with a thud. She bent over to retrieve her things letting her firm behind mold her dress in such a way it was begging to be set free. He instinctively moved to help her but when he moved forward her firm, perky, ass grazed his already showing erection in the slightest of manners. The brief contact was enough to shred the remainders of self control both of them had left; their hell of a day might turn out not so hellish after all.

She felt his strong, big hands grabbing her hip on each side. She gasped at the contact but couldn't bare to break it. It felt raw and hot and everything she needed at the moment. He squeezed her hips harder and pulled her back to grind against his throbbing erection. She could feel how big he was and couldn't help imagining him in her hand, inside her mouth and sliding in and out of her. Elena bent her knees slightly to rub her butt against the stranger's member, and then she straightened them to rub back up. She repeated the motion pressing harder against him and he released an animalistic growl.

Elena felt her panties moistening with her arousal and moaned when the man slid his hands under her dress and touched her skin with his. His touch was rough but tender at the same time. He slid his hands up her thighs and around them until they reached her center. He slid the panties aside and began rubbing her bundle of nerves with his thumb, Elena threw her head back to rest on his shoulder and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. He slid his tongue out and began placing hot, open mouth kisses on her neck. He slid his finger out of her underwear and slowly traced it backup her belly, circling her belly button, up her stomach, leaving a trail of her own moisture on her skin.

He slid both hands up her stomach, both palms on her skin, lifting the dress up as he went up and cupped her breasts with his hands, he squeezed them and took both nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs to pinch and tease them.

-Ahh- Elena couldn't keep her moans silent any longer, with this she turned around to face him and she was shocked by what she saw. Piercing blue eyes darkened with the most primal desire, slightly parted lips letting small ragged breaths out. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Damon couldn't believe what was happening, seconds ago he was ranting about his shit of a day and now he was dry humping and making the sexiest woman he ever met moan in an elevator, she looked wild. Her dress was up to her chest. Pupils dilated with need, swollen reddened lips, he wanted to have her, correction, he needed to have her. She attacked his neck with her teeth leaving tiny barely there bites along his jaw line while she worked the buttons from his shirt. She let her hands roam his chest down his stomach to his belt. She had it undone in two seconds and then she was kneeling down leaving a trail of kisses and bites all the way down to the waist band of his boxer briefs.

She slid his pants and boxers down to his knees releasing his engorged member from its prison. A wide smile formed in her face when she took in the sight of him, he knew he was big, but the thought of her appreciating it made him prouder. With no further ado she looked at him directly in the eyes from under her long chocolate eyelashes and let her tongue out to taste his head. Drops of his precum started making an appearance and she liked them away with the tip of her tongue letting it flicker in the tiny gap on his head.

-Fuck! Ahh…- was all Damon could say when she took all his length deep into her throat with one thrust. She hummed around his cock and he felt like coming in her mouth right there and then, but he needed to feel her heat around him, his life motto was when a hot woman is willing for you to fuck her, then you fuck her. So remembering his words he laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her back up so that they were face to face. He switched them around so that she was facing the mirror and he was directly behind her. Damon grabbed her underwear and quickly slid them down. She stepped out of them and locked eyes with him in the mirror, a slight nod was all the confirmation he needed to spread her legs apart and slightly bend her over, her breasts pressed against the mirror. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to her entrance from behind. She pushed back as he pushed forward and he filled her to the hilt. They both screamed in unison as their bodies connected and engaged in the most ancient dance of the flesh known to mankind. He thrust into her hard and fast and she met him in every single hit. Moans and groans were replaced with full on screaming and the sound of pounding flesh. The feeling of his skin sliding in and out of her, her juices moistening his needing shaft, the squishing sound and feeling of sex against sex, of man against woman. He moved his hands to her breasts and released them from the cups of her lacy black bra.

He took them in his strong hands and squeezed them as hard as he was entering her. She felt her walls clenching around him as he hit the sponge tissue inside her that made her loose her mind. There wasn't much time left for neither of them. They locked eyes in the mirror once again and with one last thrust they both fell down the edge as they looked at each other satisfied faces in the mirror. She felt his seed spill inside her as he rested his head on the back of her neck. They were both panting wrecks, completely covered in the sweat of their thryst. He pulled out of her and she felt his cum spill out of her, she reached for her panties and slid down her dress as he pulled his pants and boxers up and fixed his shirt.

They both turned to see the elevator doors were open and they were in the dark deserted ground floor, God knew how long the door had been open and if any unsuspecting souls had witnessed their adventure. He bent down to retrieve her things from the floor and handed them back to her. Not a single word was exchanged, it wasn't needed. As the great poet Sabines said "The best words of love are exchanged between two people that say nothing at all" because they knew their connection went beyond any other human experience on the earth, but there was nothing they could do, they had found each other too late.

So getting her things from him he lowered his head to brush a soft kiss on her lips and with the excruciating pull of magnets being dragged apart she walked out of the elevator and of his life. He followed her with his eyes until she left the building and smiled lowering his gaze to the small card trapped in his hand, it read

Elena Gilbert

Public Relations

It had an office (which he assumed it was no longer available) and a cell phone number scribbled in pen behind. Miss Gilbert had no idea she was in for one hell of a ride. He smirked and walked out of the dream and back into real life.

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