Even though I know moving to the bedroom is the right choice, I still let out a little growl of frustration when he moves away from me. My mouth is watering, I’m so eager, and I lick my lips as I grab his hand and let him heave me upright.

“Oh, but we do,” I tell him, crowding him back toward our bedroom and pulling my shirt over my head. I pull Oliver’s shirt down over his shoulders and off, tossing it aside before pushing him back onto our bed, letting my gaze travel over him as I stand between his knees. “You’re right. This is better.”

I give him a wolfish grin and then tug his pants and underwear down to his knees, eyeing his cock as it springs free. After climbing onto the bed, I curl my hand around it, pausing to admire the sparkle of my ring as I rub at the head of his cock with my thumb. “How pretty.”