I didn’t know how I got to Lucian’s penthouse.
One moment, we were in the boardroom. The next, I was in the back of his black car, flanked by Zane and Rhett. No one spoke. They didn’t need to.
The air was thick with anticipation. My skin felt too tight, my breath too shallow.
By the time we reached the glass tower overlooking the city skyline, I was trembling. Not with fear. With need.
The elevator rose in silence, stopping on the private top floor. Lucian stepped out first, his broad back a shadow in the low-lit hallway. Jaxon and Kai were already inside, waiting.
The suite was massive—floor-to-ceiling windows, black velvet furniture, a fireplace crackling low in the background. It should’ve felt cold.
But tonight, it felt like heat incarnate.
Kai sauntered over to me, gently tuggi
