Achingly slowly, Sloane freed my cock. For a moment she stared before whispering, “Holy shit.” I gripped the base, squeezing. “We don’t have to do anything.” It nearly killed me to get the words out, but I meant them. Sloane’s hands ran over my hips. “I want it. It’s just . . . wow. I figured it would be big after I saw you walking to the bathroom this morning, but . . .” She rubbed her palms together, warming them. “This is going to take a team effort.”
