Rowan Donovan, the cold CEO himself, standing in his naked glory, inside Lucian's room?
Before Rowan could walk to the bed and start doing what Lucian imagined and even what he never thought of, everywhere blurred.
And a loud moan tore from Lucian's mouth as he stirred awake.
His body was hot, his breathing uneven, and for a disorienting moment, he couldn't tell where he was.
Then reality settled in...
He looked around the dimly lit hotel room and realized, with a mix of disappointment and relief, that he had been dreaming.
A slow, breathless chuckle escaped his lips.
"What a fantastic dream," Lucian muttered to himself, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.
He could still see it vividly in his mind, Rowan standing naked before him, all control stripped away, desire burning in those usually cold ocean-blue eyes.
Lucian exhaled sharply and shifted on the bed, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tightness in his boxers.
