‘Gods, she’s even more beautiful today than when I saw her for the first time.’
Almost five years of difference. Oh, and what a difference it is!
Siena was very young back when they first met, a tough cookie, determined to prove herself, but barely in her twenties. Exquisite, of course, but still a budding blossom, compared to the lady that sits beside him today. Now, like the perfect flower, she has bloomed into something extraordinary and majestic.
Xander takes a deep, calming breath, only to groan internally when her scent hits him again. Mouthwatering and almost cloyingly sweet, like a ripe jackfruit, rather overdue for harvest. With it is the scent of pure womanly desires and he is more than eager to give her what she needs.
However, he can’t just jump her like a horny caveman, n
