Sienna's POV
The knock on the door hit like a thunderclap, yanking me out of the haze of my orgasm, my p***y still throbbing around Julian’s c**k, so thick and hard it made my thighs shake. I was a mess, sweaty, panting, his body pinning mine to the bed, his balls tight against me like he was seconds from blowing. The room was filled with the smell of us—s*x, sweat, and that faint tang of merlot from the glass I had spilled earlier. The city lights glowed through the curtains, highlighting the sheen on his skin. My heart raced, panic cutting through the bliss. Who the hell was that?
“Ms. Lane? It’s Mark; the front desk sent me to check on your ankle again,” came a muffled voice—Mark, that lanky guy from earlier, probably coming around because Julian hadn't checked in. My eyes shot to Jul
