Sloane’s POV

“Sloane—what the hell are you doing?”

I kept my eyes on him while I answered her.

“Jerking off. You know how I do it.”

She made a small, disbelieving sound. “In my bed? With the door open?”

I shrugged one shoulder. The movement made my shirt shift higher, one nipple fully exposed to the cool air of the room. My fingers curled and pressed upward, rubbing that same spot that always made my thighs twitch. A soft, broken noise slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Adrian’s gaze dropped straight to the place where my hand disappeared into my cunt. His jaw flexed once. I...