Sloane’s POV

Our hotel room smelled like expensive soap and sex.

I was still catching my breath, still feeling the ghost of his hands on my hips, when he rolled off the bed and stood up. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with sweat and squirts. I tried to move my legs but kept falling back down to the bed from how weakened I’d become. My body was still humming, still pulsing, still trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

He walked to the minibar, completely naked and unbothered without looking at me. The muscles in his back shifted as he reached for a bottle...