“I-I’d write an entire book just on that.”

Brady chuckled.

“Time to get down to the sequel, then.”

Nothing could have pleased Sloane more, but then the angel on her shoulder decided to finally make herself known. She pressed her hand against Brady’s chest to stop his descent on top of her again.

“Did you bring a condom?”

It was like she’d slapped him.

“Fuck.”

Sloane groaned. “Why didn’t you bring one?”

“When you said you wanted to decorate a boat today, I thought that meant you wanted to decorate a boat today,” he said with humor.

Sloane’s body was absolutely vibrating. It made everything that much more frustrating.

“Ugh, I hate to say this, but Callum probably has some in his bathroom. He’s at work doing some special project, and there’s no way he’ll be home until supper.”

Brady was tan lightning. He was off her and running, a naked streak with a bite-your-lip fine ass. Sloane used the small break to press her hand against her chest. Her heartbeat was galloping.

What if he didn’t find one?

Maybe they could fashion something out of a Walmart bag or—

Brady ran back in and shut the door with a little victory dance. In his hand: the Golden Snitch.

“Praise be,” Sloane yelled.

Brady laughed. “Praise be.”

Then he was on top of her and tearing the packet open with his teeth in a movement that was damn near breathtaking. He rolled the condom along his length, then gazed down at her naked body again.

“Ready to have some fun, sweet cakes?”

“You bet I am, sweet cakes.”

She pulled him against her, and in another mind-blowing movement, he pushed deep inside her.

Sloane yelled out in pure pleasure. Brady caught her lips and kept a slow and agonizingly amazing rhythm. It pushed her closer and closer until one hit harder. She cried out in ecstasy as a shock wave of pleasure and magic pulsed through every fiber of her being.

But Brady wasn’t done.

Not by a long shot.

Pun absolutely intended.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

The storm kept on longer than expected.

Brady didn’t mind.

He had a naked Sloane against him and not a care in the world.

“Well,” she started after a long stretch of them just being. “That’s another first.”

Brady angled his chin down to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed red. A sight he also very much enjoyed.

“Those weren’t even my best moves.”

“I meant you’re the first person I’ve ever done any moves with in this room. I feel like my teenaged self would be proud of the development.”

Brady chuckled. Sloane readjusted at the movement so her cheek was against his chest instead of his shoulder.

It felt nice.