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Shoving a vibrator between my legs, I go straight for the highest setting and hold it tight to my clit.

Seconds turn to minutes and all I’ve managed to do is get wet. My arousal coats my fingers and the vibrator. My pussy has puffed out like it always does when I’m too horny for my own good. But no orgasm comes because I can’t turn my goddamn head off.

I can still hear the soft timbre of his voice when he talks in the dark. I miss the way his hands heat my skin when he runs his fingers up and down my thigh. I crave the bubble we created when time stopped and it was just us learning about each other, laughing, unfiltered.

Now I feel worse.

“FUCK!” My pulse pounds against my temples.

My stupid cellphone rings. One swift glance at the number and I’m too confused to dissect my feelings about it. A mixture of relief, anger, and joy has me answering. “What?”

“What’s the matter, Princess?”

My eyes narrow. You. You’re what’s the matter. “Nothing.”

“You sound frustrated.”

“Gee, whatever gave you that impression?” I’m acting like a brat and can’t find the fucks to give about it.

“Where are you?”

“My house.”

“Where in your house?”

“Why, Mason?”

“X,” he says in a dark tone. “You better call me X, Princess.”

I don’t know why, but my frazzled head calms. We aren’t Mason and Leah, we’re X and Princess, which means no feelings and all fun, in my opinion. “X,” I repeat, before taking a deep breath and blowing it out.

“That’s my good girl. Now tell me where you are in your house.”

My eyes roll so hard I almost see my last working brain cell. “My bedroom.”

“Go to your bathroom and fill your tub.”

“It’s still full. I just got out of it.” And was too mad to drain the damn thing.

“Good. Get back in it.”

“Why?”

“Do what you're told, Princess.”

I don’t know what it says about me that I’m following this fucker’s orders, but here I go. Climbing back in, goosebumps erupt down my arms and legs, my nipples tightening from the chilled water. “It’s cold,” I grumble like it’s his fault.

“Drain half the water and fill it almost back to the top. Almost, Princess, you got that?”

My heel stomps on the plug, and the water level starts decreasing.

“So, how was your day?”

Is he serious? “Fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like it was fine. What’s got you so worked up?”

You. “Nothing.”