The heavy, automated frosted glass doors of the boardroom slid shut with a definitive, pressurized click, locking automatically. The quiet that followed was absolute, completely erasing the low hum of the departing human executives. A heavy, suffocating stillness descended upon the room, thick with the sharp scent of corporate wealth and the dark, intoxicating musk of two dominant Alphas whose patience had reached its absolute limit.
Chloe sat frozen on Julian’s lap at the head of the table, her heart hammering violently against her ribs. Her emerald green ribbed dress was bunched up around her hips, and her entire lower body was completely slick and sensitive from the silent, shaking climax she had been forced to endure under the table while the board members were discussing third quarte
