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, ...