Knox POV
On my way out of the office, I swore I was trying to focus on my night. I really was. I had a whole plan. Bree. My penthouse. My signature Ferragamo. Some decent Italian food and maybe, maybe, a halfway decent orgasm. But no.
All I could think about was Sienna.
Specifically, that damn shirt she had on after she took off her jacket. Who knew the woman was hiding a whole brick house under her workwear? The way it hugged her curves—those breasts, man, like full, round promises that didn’t make sense on someone so serious. And her waist? Snatched. Like God pressed the hourglass mold extra tight on purpose.
And don’t get me started on that wedding. She came in there looking like sin wrapped in silk. Her thick legs, that juicy bubble butt, the little peek of cleavage that nearly ha
