The heavy, soundproof oak door leading into the private executive lounge closed behind them, shutting out the ruined boardroom. The lounge was dimly lit, cast in a warm amber glow from recessed ceiling lights that softened the sharp lines of the low leather sofas and thick velvet drapes. It was a secluded sanctuary tucked deep inside the corporate tower, a place designed for absolute privacy.
Chloe couldn't have stood if she tried. Her legs were completely useless, trembling from the consecutive, explosive releases she had just endured on the mahogany table. Julian carried her effortlessly, her head resting weakly against the crisp fabric of his suit jacket. Her green dress was still bunched around her waist, her pale skin heavily flushed and slick with the Alphas' combined marks.
Julian
