HIRAM’S POV:
It takes brushing and waiting hours after Juniper leaves to realize her lingering taste isn’t physical but mental. Her jasmine scent still swirls around my entire house, and every time I close my eyes, I feel her hands on my body and her lips teasing my skin.
“f**k!” I groan, opening my eyes as a knock comes at the door. “Who is it?” I ask, my voice edged with irritation.
“It’s Winston, sir. Your guest has arrived,” my butler informs me, and for a moment, relief washes over me.
Finally, I can get June off my mind. I grab my shirt, throwing it over my body, leaving the top buttons undone, exposing my chest. I step out of my room, and Winston bows briefly, walking ahead of me as I follow him down the hallway until we reach the landing of the last flight of stairs.
As I desc
