Note: This chapter contains erotic content.

[Elena's POV]

The Maybach's leather seat was cool, but the man beneath me was a furnace.

My ass was settled firmly on Noah's hard thighs, my back pressed against his chest. His arm banded around my waist like a steel bar, grounding me, trapping me.

"Stop squirming," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His voice was low, vibrating directly against my spine. "Unless you want Caleb to think I'm interrogating a prisoner back here."

"You ...