Chapter 32 Penthouse Retribution

• "Then carry me down to the car, Chairman," Megan whispered against his throat, her teeth grazing the warm skin just above his collar as her fingers tangled into the damp silk of his tie.
• Casian’s breathing hitched, a low, savage growl vibrating straight from his chest into her palms. He didn't waste a second. His arms slid beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as he turned away from the courtroom doors, his long stride devouring the empty marble corridor toward the private elevator bank.
• The heavy steel doors slid open instantly, triggered by his secure biometric ring.