Meanwhile, inside Ethan Caldwell's Room.
Julian Sterling's phone was tossed onto the bed, buzzing incessantly for a while now, but its owner was currently in no position to pay it any mind.
Julian was firmly pinned against the mattress by the man, entirely enveloped in his familiar masculine scent. His lips were swollen from being kissed so deeply, and his mind was gradually turning hazy under Ethan's fierce intensity. The hotel bathrobe had been decisively stripped off by Ethan Caldwell and thrown haphazardly onto the floor. Tangled beneath it were Ethan's own outerwear and his expensive dress shirt.
While bending down to entangle intimately with Julian, Ethan suppressed his ragged breathing, biting gently on Julian's earlobe as he whispered in a hoarse voice: "Which direction?"
