[Elena's POV]
The heavy brass door clicked open.
"Mr. Marlowe, the legal team is waiting for the contracts," Rosalie said.
Her high heels tapped against the hard floor, getting closer and closer to the desk. My heart beat so fast it physically hurt my chest.
I was trapped in the small, dark space under the heavy mahogany wood.
The soft carpet pressed against my bare knees. The air down here was thick. It smelled like expensive shoe polish and the heavy, musky scent of Noah's arousal.
His thick, rock-hard c**k rested right against my cheek, burning hot.
I panicked. I tried to pull my head back, wanting to hide in the furthest corner under the desk.
But Noah's large hand was clamped down hard on the back of my neck. His fingers tangled in my messy hair, holding me in place.
He did
