Sloane’s POV

His hand tightened at the back of my neck as he pulled me fully to his lap. I straddled him on the couch, feeling how hard he already was under me.

“Rhys—”

“I know,” he muttered against my lips. “I fucking know.”

He stood with me still wrapped around him and carried me to the bedroom. We barely made it to the bed before he sat down on the edge and guided me to my knees between his legs. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I freed his cock, already thick and heavy in my hand, and took him into my mouth.

He groaned low...