Sloane’s POV

I waited for him to do something and luckily, he did.

His hands came up and settled on my bare hips, fingers digging in just hard enough to bruise. The heat of his palms sank into my skin. I felt his breath against my neck when he finally spoke, voice low and rough in a way that made my cunt clench around nothing.

“Get on the bed properly.”

I moved into position the moment the words left his lips.

He stood just long enough to strip out of his clothes. He took his shirt off first, then the jeans and whatever was underneath. His cock looked exactly the...