Sienna

I was still lying on Jaxon’s chest, both of us were breathing heavily with sweat covering our bodies. His robe had slipped halfway off, and my skirt was a mess around my waist, but neither of us moved to fix it right away. The room smelled like heat, skin, and pizza grease we’d almost forgotten on the table.

Jaxon’s hand lazily traced circles on my thigh. “Come sleep in my room,” he said, voice low and smooth like it wasn’t even a suggestion. “The kids have already ...