I drop the sponge. I don’t need it. I want to touch her.
My soapy hands slide over her hips, grip her, turn her. I press her against the cold glass of the shower.
She arches her back, offering herself.
Entering her standing up, with one arm trapped overhead, takes strength—and desperation.
I lift her, locking her leg around my waist.
When I thrust into her, Sloane cries out.
The sound ricochets off the tiles, amplified by the water.
She’s tight. Hot. Wet.
I start to move, and the handcuffs clink with every thrust—a wild, metallic rhythm.
I can’t kiss her easily. I can’t hold her the way I want to. So I take her. I drive into her hard, trying to erase the distance, trying to fuse us together.
She scratches my shoulder with her free hand, biting her lip until it bleeds.
“Cohen… fuck… don’t stop…”
“Never,” I swear, thrusting deeper, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll back.
We come together, shaken by spasms that nearly send us slipping and breaking our necks—and I’ve never cared less about my physical safety in my life.
Hour 4: Emergency Wardrobe
We step out of the shower wrecked, skin flushed from the scalding water—but the night is just getting started.
The clothing problem makes a comeback.
Sloane rummages through her suitcase with her right hand and pulls out an emerald-green silk dress. Thin as a whisper. Barely-there straps.
She slips it on.
It glides over her still-damp body, clinging to every curve, leaving her arms free and her back completely bare. No underwear. Obviously.
I have fewer options. My T-shirts won’t make it past the handcuffs.
“Sweatpants,” I decide, pulling on my favorite gray pair.
I stay shirtless.
Sloane looks at me. Her eyes trace my chest, my abs, the line of hair disappearing beneath the waistband hanging low on my hips.
She bites her lip.
“These are going to be a very long twenty-four hours,” she murmurs.
“Am I distracting you, Angel?”
“You’re making me want to undress you again.”
Hour 8: Sweet Sins.
We sit on the faux-fur rug in front of the fireplace and eat the pizza the production team left outside our door.
