Together, they pulled the dress up and over her head.

Cold air pushed against Sloane’s bare chest and stomach. This time, Brady was the one to pause and stare.

Then there was that smirk.

Height difference be damned.

Sloane jumped the distance between them, crashing her lips back to his. This time there was no pausing. Brady took them both to the bed.

Then, everything felt like it was happening at once.

Brady taking her nipple into his mouth while twisting the other between his finger and thumb, sucking and biting until she cried out.

Sloane unbuttoning his pants and helping to push them off so she could run her hand along his considerable length.

The fact that he was so hard, and that she had made him that way, pushing Sloane into a higher tier of pleasure. Brady dropping down to drag her panties off with his teeth sure as hell didn’t hurt.

When he came back up, sans his boxers, Sloane was wet and ready to be wild, opening her legs to show how eager she was to take him in.

Yet Brady had his own agenda. He brushed a kiss against her lips and then got back off the bed to stand. Sloane was two seconds from scolding him for the move when Brady grabbed her legs and pulled her in one swift movement to the edge. He was lightning after that, returning to tease her with a kiss before throwing any expectations out the window. His voice was dripping sex as he hovered over her lips and whispered.

“Let’s see if this will make it into the blog.”

Sloane didn’t even have a chance to blink—or maybe she did; she sure as hell wasn’t about to focus on anything other than a naked Brady—before his mouth made the journey across her lips, her breasts, her stomach, and then to her inner thigh.

There he paused long enough to smirk.

Sloane held her breath.

Was he about to—

“Holy Snapchat filters.”

Brady’s mouth went from her thigh to a place Sloane hadn’t had a man go in a really long time. Every urge to say something awkward or teasing dissolved into acute pleasure as his tongue found the holy grail. She threaded her fingers into his hair and moaned as he sweetened the deal by reaching his own hand up to find her breast. He worked both in tandem while Sloane slowly lost her damn mind.

If she had known this was what they could have been doing?

Boy oh boy, the only favors she would have been giving out would have been in service to the orgasm god.

The same one she was about to praise.

Brady quickened his motion, employing his free hand to up the action. Sloane never stood a chance. It was all stars and fireworks as a wave of pure bliss shuddered through her body. When Brady pulled away, she was panting.