Julian’s POV
The sound of the radio jolted me back to reality, pulling me away from the moment I was sharing with Sienna. She lay beneath me on the bed, her body soft and inviting. I had dreamt of this moment ever since she walked into the hotel, and I happened to be the one at her door to catch a glimpse of her in a revealing robe and her wet hair. It felt like fate was encouraging the feelings that had been building inside me.
“Julian, where the hell are you? We’ve got a spill in the lobby.” My supervisor’s voice was sharp, impatient, and I cursed under my breath, my hands still gripping Sienna’s hips, her skin hot under my palms. She was a beautiful sight to behold, her robe splayed open, dark hair fanned across the pillow, and her eyes heavy with want. My c**k strained against my uni
