Chapter 19

LORENZO POV

What the fuck is she wearing? I cursed under my breath, my eyes locked on her.

Sienna walked toward me, Noah's arm resting snugly around her waist like he had some fucking right to touch her like that. She moved with that damn confidence, like she owned the place, like she didn't just turn my brain into static.

That dress. That tiny, sleeveless, skin-tight dress, hugging every curve of her sinful hourglass shape. Her boobs were almost spilling out, jiggling slightly with every step, and those fresh thighs were on full display.

My cock twitched beneath my trousers, hardening instantly. The sight of her messing with...