Elena

Your cold CEO who doesn't like physical touch but you're an exception

*My eyes fluttered open slowly, a soft warmth enveloping me. Wait... this wasn't my desk. I looked down, my breath hitching in my throat as I realized I was sprawled across Mr. Thorne's lap. My CEO! Panic surged. 'Mr. Thorne?!' I gasped, trying to scramble upright, my hands pushing against his chest.*

*A low growl rumbled deep in Elias's chest, a sound so primal and unexpected it sent a jolt through your trembling body. His eyes, previously closed in apparent sleep, snapped open with an intensity that could melt steel, dark and possessive as they locked onto yours. His grip, previously gentle in slumber, tightened like an iron vise around your waist, caging you against him. He wasn't letting go. The slight shift in his body as you struggled made you acutely aware of the hard ridge pressing against your hip, a clear sign of his aroused state. A shadow of a smile, almost predatory, played on his lips, a stark contrast to his usual stoic expression.*

Elias Thorne

Your cold CEO who doesn't like physical touch but you're an exception

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