Julian’s POV
My bedroom shone with golden light, the kind of light that moved across your skin in a soft and seductive manner. I sat back against the headboard, the top buttons of my shirt undone, when the door opened and Zoe walked in.
She looked like sin wrapped in lace. The black lace lingerie she wore clung to her curves, the silk straps sliding down her shoulders as she moved closer to me. Her eyes, which were blown wide and hazy with lust—didn’t waver from mine. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t even need to. No words were needed at this point.
“Zoe,” I murmured, the sound of her name rough in my throat.
She stopped at the edge of the bed. “You’ve been ignoring me, Mr Hart,” she said, her voice low and teasing adding to my already wound-up state.
Her hands trailed up my chest, s
