Chapter 3:
Private Descent
The elevator ride up to Lucian’s penthouse felt like ascending into another world. The city lights blurred past the glass walls as we rose higher, my head swimming pleasantly from the alcohol. I leaned against him slightly for balance, giggling softly at nothing in particular, the sound light and uninhibited. His arm remained steady around my waist, a solid anchor that sent little sparks of awareness through my heated skin. By the time the doors opened directly into his luxurious space, the nervousness had begun to mix with a deeper, throbbing arousal. The penthouse was breathtaking floor to ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Los Angeles skyline, sleek modern furniture in dark tones, and subtle lighting that cast everything in a warm, intimate glow.
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