“I was hoping to show you the proper way to fuck on a boat,” he whispered while running one arm up the back of her shirt to keep her stable against him. The other hand he pressed against the side of her neck to keep her gaze down. “It’s the least I can do, since the last time, you were with a grade-A asshole.”

Sloane started to roll her hips forward. Her breathing turned erratic again. Her voice came out in almost pants.

The sound made Brady even harder.

“That’s good—that’s good of you,” she said. “Very, very good of you.”

Brady brought her head down to his and kissed her hard.

Then he moved her panties to the side, put on the condom he’d brought, and moved her on top until he was deep inside her.

Both parties voiced their pleasure as one thrust turned into a rhythm that brought Sloane to climax. They kept up their noise as Brady readjusted for better leverage. Sloane faced the steering wheel as he moved in and out, her knuckles turning white as she held on.

Brady was incapable of holding on too much longer—Sloane had been calling out his name, and if that wasn’t fucking hot, he didn’t know what was—so they ended their tour on the floor they’d just cleaned, Sloane maneuvering so she was on top again.

This time it was all her as she moved up and down, eyes on him and only him.

Brady didn’t have a hope in the world after that.

He came in tandem with her, both as loud as loud could be.

If the neighbors heard, they decided not to say anything.

…

Sloane bounced from foot to foot. Her black heels clicked on the concrete outside of Cassidy’s. It had been the soundtrack to her impatience for the last five minutes.

It was Friday night and a half hour before the party was set to start. The last two days had been a whirlwind of decorating Roger’s boat and then decorating the bar.

And sex.

Sloane and Brady had been doing a lot of that, too. Not like too much but enough to change their dynamic. Brady had spent the night before at the house, and Sloane definitely had a go bag in the bar’s office, ready to use at his apartment after the party.

It was new.

It was exciting.

It was the reason why Sloane was grumbling outside the front door, waiting for Emma to show up.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait until the cows came home. Emma’s green Volkswagen barely had time to pull in before Sloane was upon it.