"You really wanna know?"
Artis arched a brow.
"I mean… yeah."
"Alright then, come on."
Juliana said, suddenly grabbing his hand. Before Artis could process what was happening, she was dragging him toward his room.
His eyes widened, but his grin grew wider as his gaze shamelessly trailed down. The way her hips swayed with every determined step was sinful.
Her soft ass cheeks moved like they were having their own private conversation—one bounce at a time—and her thighs jiggled with every quick stride, leaving him hypnotized.
"Damn…"
He muttered under his breath, not even bothering to hide his appreciation.
Juliana glanced back, catching his stare, and her cheeks turned red again—but she didn't stop.
"What?" she teased over her shoulder, voice dripping with faux innocence. "Don't tell me you're crying already, baby boy."
