Every single day, he’s there. Waiting. Watching her. Closed in with her for a hundred stories as they ride the elevator to their floor. And every single day, for a hundred floors, Samantha simmers with banked lust. She wants him—her mysterious neighbor who seems to get off on tempting her. Whose eyes promise the kind of kinky domination she’s too afraid to give in to. And then just when she thinks she’s safe, just when she’s convinced she can resist his allure, he steps up his relentless pursuit. The passion that flares between them burns so hot and so bright it could consume them both. But that’s just on the way up. Who knows what will happen when they’re going down.
What would you do if the object of your desire rode in an elevator with you a hundred floors every day? Would you make a move? What would you do if he brought someone else into the elevator and had a public out in the open feel up session designed to make your panties fly right out the window? That is the scene Sabrina York is setting with her very intense novella, Pushing Her Buttons.
The in your face eroticism of this book was light your underwear on fire hot. Some of the terminology was a bit squidgy (glob of cream) but the rest of the book had me reaching for the ice water and cranking up the air conditioner. Hotness factor off the charts!
When Samantha has to watch the object of her desire fondle and caress another woman, she finds her perfectly balanced life thrown in turmoil and her desires out of control. Even more so when he suggests the only way to ease the punishment of his "friend" is for Sam to give her the release she needs. That's when the real fireworks begin. BDSM elements and the primal urges of the soul make this a book you won't want to put down. At all. Lock the bedroom door and put out the do not disturb sign. Whew!
This book was a scorcher. Make sure you have some ice water handy and a nice vat of rum raisin ice cream ready at the bedside before you start to read. Yup. Your going to need it.