Sloan's POV
After I had a mess with my bean, I hurried her to the car, racing through the building while her waves of heat were starting to form again. It was a struggle to get her in the backseat when all she wanted to do is rub against me and I will never talk shit to James again when it comes to self control because telling Carramel no when she's begging to ride my cock is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
Now that she's in the car, I walk around to the drivers side and lower all the windows before I seat myself into the seat and close myself inside the vehicle.
"Please Sloan. I just want to touch." Carramel begs from the backseat and I grip the steering wheel tightly, trying my best to stay focused with her sweet scent coating the air. And I'm mentally cursing myself for waiting until the last minute to go shopping for the stuff I needed.
