Sienna

The moment the doorknob turned and the sound of footsteps crept in, I stood up instantly from Jaxon’s lap, my heart racing like a drum.

I bent over the coffee table, pretending to scrub a non-existent stain the guys had missed during cleanup. My hand shook as I rubbed at the spotless wood, praying my face didn’t give me away.

Behind me, Jaxon shifted suddenly adjusting his shorts that couldn't hide his hard and obvious erection. He cursed under his breath, leaning forward to grab ...