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I shake my head. “I can’t feel anything when you’re this close to me.”
Did I just say that out loud? I must be in shock. It’s the only thing that explains my sudden stupidity.
“You don’t feel anything?” Mason’s dark brow arches. “Not even this?” He leans down and kisses my inner thigh.
My stomach flutters. “N-no.”
“What about… this.” He nudges my legs open and seals his mouth over my cotton shorts, blowing hot air on my pussy.
I shake my head. My eyes dart to the door. Chase is coming back any second!
“Hmmm.” Mason slides my shorts and panties to the side and runs his finger along my exposed pussy. “What about this?”
“A little.” I shrug as if it’s not that big a deal.
But inside I’m screaming. Every touch, every breath, every miniscule move he makes on me is amplified by the fact that we could very well get caught by Chase any second. My gaze flicks to the door again, then back at Mason.
His eyes glint with humor. “How about this, Princess?” He shoves his finger inside me and hits my g-spot on the first try.
I groan and glue my eyes on him.
“My girl likes to play games, doesn’t she?” He hits the pleasure point over and over.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s play.” He pumps into me faster. “This game is called, How many times can my girl come before we get caught.”
My heels dig into the bed, and I open my legs more for him. It feels so good. So bad. So wrong. So exciting.
I don’t know if I want to get caught or not, but I want to come.
“You’re so wet, Princess. Does this excite you?”
Biting my bottom lip, I glance at the doorway and nod. Now I kind of want Chase to watch.
“Use your words.”
My eyes roll when he adds another finger. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mr. X, Sir.” I’ll call him Daddy if he just keeps going. Holy shit, this is thrilling.
Mason fingers me faster. “He’s coming back, Leah.”
“Don’t stop.” I grab his arm. “I’m so fucking close.”
His wicked smile does me in. I hear the door shut as Chase enters the condo and my pussy clamps around Mason’s fingers as I come. My mouth drops in a silent scream.
A second before Chase enters the room, Mason pulls out and I slam my thighs shut.
“Here we go.” Chase rests a first aid kit on the mattress. “This will only take a minute.”
“Take your time, Doc.” Mason stands back to give him room and sucks his fingers into his mouth, down to the last knuckle. My cum is all over them.
I can’t stop staring at him.
“It’s already stopped bleeding, so that’s good.” Clueless about what we just did, Chase cleans the cut, and all the pain in my palm comes back three-fold.