Chapter 23 Sinful Strangers (3)

The morning light crept through the hotel curtains, soft and golden, but it was the hard press of Julian’s cock against Elena’s ass that stirred her awake. She smirked, feeling the heat of him nestled against her, his erection insistent even in sleep. The sheets tangled around her legs as she slipped out of bed, her naked body catching the faint glow of dawn—curves still flushed from last night’s chaos, her skin marked with faint bruises from his grip. She padded toward the bathroom, hips swaying, and left the door wide open, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air like a dare. The shower hissed to life, steam curling around her as she stepped under the spray. Hot water cascaded over her tits, droplets tracing the flat plane of her stomach, her brunette hair slicking back as she tilted her head into the stream. She grabbed the soap, lathering her hands, and began to wash herself—slow, deliberate, her fingers gliding over her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. She knew he’d come. She could feel his eyes before she saw him.