The first thrust was steady. The next wasn’t—harder, faster, until Matty’s breath turned ragged.
Palms planted either side of Matty’s shoulders, Sloan levered her hips up, changed the angle, and Matty gasped.
“Like that,” Matty choked, eyes wide, mouth slack. “Oh—Sloan…”
Silence.
There was only Sloan watching her—watching for the point where Matty stopped trying to hold on to anything and simply took it, shaking beneath her.
Between them, Matty’s hand flew down again, rubbing her clit hard and fast, desperate now, out of patience.
“Come on,” she begged, voice breaking. “Please—”
Deeper. Harder. The bed knocked softly against the wall. The leather strap creaked with each drive.
Sloan kept the angle, kept the pace, kept her exactly where she wanted her.
Matty’s whole body tightened. Heels dug in. Thighs trembled.
Then she broke.
A sharp cry tore out of her as she came hard, hips jerking up into Sloan’s thrusts, her hand still moving until the pleasure turned too much and she went rigid—shaking, breathless, wrecked.
Only then did Sloan slow, staying with her as Matty came completely apart, pressing a kiss to her mouth as her legs loosened and her body finally relaxed.
Matty laughed softly. “Can we do that every time I come home?” Sloan shifted back and eased out gently. Matty’s fingers found the buckle and unclipped the harness. “Are you tired?” Sloan asked, slipping it off and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Matty sat up and reached between Sloan’s thighs. Sloan was already slick, already wanting.
“Not for this,” Matty said, slipping her fingers inside Sloan. “Never for this.”
Chapter fifty-three
“I was thinking we could go out later,” Sloan said as they languished in bed later that morning.
“Out?”
“Hm, dinner maybe?”
Matty rolled over. “I’m sure Gloria would love that.”
“I wasn’t thinking of inviting her.”
“Oh, you mean like a date…just us?”
Sloan smiled slowly. “Yes. We’ve been doing this for weeks now. It feels like we should be doing more.”
“And you’re okay with leaving your mum at home?” Matty asked, sitting up.
The nod was small. “I think so. She’s been different lately. She’s asking for help when she needs it, not complaining when it’s offered. And you were right—there are a lot of things she can manage by herself.”
Matty leaned in. “Then I absolutely want to go out with you.” The kiss was slow and tender.
“I’ll book us a table for seven. That way we can sort Mum’s dinner and medication before we go, and she can take herself up to bed when she’s ready.”
“She can always call if she needs you.”
"Hm…not sure she's got the hang of that phone yet." Sloan chuckled, picturing Gloria's expression every time the screen lit up—equal parts suspicion and outrage. "I'll leave the landline within reach just in case."
“Anyone getting up or am I making my own breakfast?” Gloria shouted, banging on the door.
