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I’m so turned on, my palms sweat.

She flashes off her creamy thighs and gives us a peek of her tits spilling out of her red bra, and I swear to God I could come just watching her tease us like this. I’m lucky enough to know how fun those tits are to suck on, how hard her thighs can squeeze my head when she comes on my tongue. How the taste of her is the single most exquisite flavor I’ve ever known.

But seeing how luscious she is on screen and knowing I’m the lucky sonofabitch who’s coming home to her in a few more hours starts a war inside me. I don’t think I can wait that long to see her again.

Another notification comes through, dowsing cold water down my spine.

Nicole: Got a minute?

Not for her. I swipe up and watch Leah unzip her dress slowly to shimmy out of it.

Another text pops up.

Nicole: Please, Mason. I need you.

God. Damnit.

“Mason.”

I turn around like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. “Yeah?”

“We just need to you sign off on a few more things, then we can get back to work,” Landon says.

“Be there in a minute.”

I glance back at my cell just in time to see Leah blow a kiss to the camera. “See you later, guys.”

She cuts the live feed and I feel like the floor’s turned to a waterbed. My legs are wobbly. Standing in the hall with a hard-on that could smash concrete, I look around to see if anyone’s watching, prepared to readjust my cock before heading back into the conference room when my phone dings again.

Nicole: Ticker

My dick deflates immediately. Dialing her number, guilt slams me from all ends. Ticker is Nicole’s safe word. Or, as she says, her emergency code word.

She answers on the first ring. “Hi.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you meet?”

“I’m out of town. What’s wrong?”

“Have you had a chance to read over my proposal?”

Rage spikes in my veins. “Are you fucking kidding me, Nicole?” I could kill her for this. “I thought you were in trouble!”

“You said you’d help me.” Her tone shakes. “You promised, Mase.”

“I know and I will. I’ve just been preoccupied lately.”

Her shaky voice turns instantly venomous. “With business, or pleasure?”

“Bye.” I hang up on her before I lose my shit.

Marching back into the conference room, I feel the weight of three men staring at me with hope.

They’re most likely thinking I left to take the call we’ve all been waiting for.

I shake my head and plaster a fake smile on my face. “Sorry, boys. That was just a personal one.”