Warmth surges between my hips. I narrow my eyes and silently curse my lower region for reacting to that reminder. “You know what? I’m going to go.”

His eyes snap up to mine. “Why?”

“Because I have work to do and you’re making my brain hurt.”

He grabs my waist before I can take a step. Pulling my back against his front, he drops his lips to my ear, whispering my name before he asks, “Are we still on for this weekend?”

I turn my head to look at him, biting my cheek to keep myself from reacting to the smug grin staring back at me. “I don’t know. Am I going to be allowed to touch you?”

“In a matter of speaking. I’m sure your hands will be in my hair while you beg me to make you come. That counts, yeah?”

With a grunt, I pry myself out of his arms and gesture at the box on the table as I stride past it. “I ate one of your cupcakes because you kept me up all night, and not in the way I wanted to be.”

“You kept me up too. Fucking that pretty little mouth was one hell of a visual. I came all over my sheets.”

My mouth falls open. I nearly face-plant . . . again. Bastard.

“Yeah? Well, it’s too bad I wasn’t there to lick it all up for you. Good luck getting those stains out.”

I push through the door with the biggest smile on my face.

Have fun with that visual.

I stare into the darkness of my bedroom, pulling the covers up around me when the AC kicks on.

It’s almost eleven, and I could be asleep. I should be. God knows I’m exhausted but I can’t seem to close my eyes yet.

The condo is quiet. Joey and Billy have no doubt gone off to bed by now. I stretch my legs against the cool sheets before flipping onto my stomach and attempting to shut down in this position. Within a few seconds I’m turning back over and flopping my head against the pillow.

A soft buzzing sound pulls my attention off the window. I throw myself out of bed and grab my phone out of my purse.

Mason . . . facetiming me? How does this even work? Oddly enough, I’ve had this phone for two years and have never used this feature before.

I accept the call and hold the phone above me as I settle back against the sheet. I glance briefly at the image of myself in the corner.

Good. I don’t look too rough. God knows I feel it.

Mason’s neck appears first, bathed in the soft light from a nearby source. He tilts the phone and smiles when he sees my face staring back at him.

“Little devil. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

I smirk at the nickname. “No. I’m actually having trouble winding down. I blame you for that.”

“Yeah? Am I on your mind?” He adjusts the pillow under his head as his eyes shift about ever so slightly. “You look pretty.”

I look at the tiny image of myself again. “Thanks.”

“Do you know why I’m calling you like this?”

“Because you’re a stalker and you needed a way to see my bedroom? You know, since you refuse to step in it.”

He laughs, low and deep in his throat. I feel myself smile and the haze of drowsiness slipping away.

“Brooke.”

“Mm.”

“You wanted to watch me, yeah?”

“Watch you . . .” I pause, my hand tightening around the hard case of my phone as realization shocks my body into full-on alertness. “Yes,” I reply through a quiet voice, running my tongue over my bottom lip and sitting up a little higher in bed.

On the screen, I watch desire pass over Mason’s face. His heavy breathing spills through the phone and out around me.

My toes curl against the sheet.

“Are you doing it?” I ask, although I already know the answer. I just want to hear him say . . .

“Yeah.” He jerks his chin, lips parted and eyes heavy. He shifts the phone away just enough for me to see the muscles rolling in his upper arm.

My breath catches in my throat. “God,” I exhale on a shaky breath.

Watching Mason above me, as if he really is above me, does wild things to my mind. I imagine our bodies sliding together, the heavy drag of his cock along my skin, trapped between us, throbbing and wet from the heat of my mouth.

“My cock, Brooke,” Mason gasps, staring back at me as I quickly kick my feet out and remove the sheets covering my body. I’m suddenly burning up.

“Do you want to see it?”

I nod, rubbing a hand down my neck. My skin feels like it’s humming. “Yes.”

His eyes darken to that steely shade of blue I’m becoming familiar with. “Spread your legs for me. Touch yourself. I bet you’re drenched, aren’t you, you filthy fucking girl.”

Again, I nod, even before my hand slides into my panties. Arousal coats my fingers as I press lightly against my clit.

“How wet? Tell me. I want to taste you.”

I lick my lips. “Mm. Like this?” I suck my finger into my mouth, releasing it with a wet pop. “Too bad you aren’t here. I think I taste better off your tongue.”

Mason groans through a clenched jaw, his breathing growing louder, exploding into the air as his arm moves furiously against his side.

“Fuck, baby. Let me see. Show me. Put the phone between your legs. God, my dick is so fucking hard.”

With a gasp, I drop the phone against my shirt. “Shit! Sorry,” I apologize through a nervous giggle, waving at the screen. “I need to get undressed. I’m in panties. Hold on. I’m putting this down.”

Holy shit! This is exhilarating and nerve wracking and crazy and CRAZY. But fuck, there is nothing holding me back from giving him everything he’s asking for.

I want this. I want him. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.

I shimmy my panties down my legs and pick up my phone. Holding it above me, I watch Mason’s mouth twitch when I appear in the small square.

“Hey. Okay, I’m going to do it now.”

He nods, his chest heaving. “Good. Make me come.”

Good fucking God.

I prop myself up with two pillows behind my back. Bending my knees, I let my legs fall open and hold the phone between them.

“Fuck. Look at you. So good, baby.” His face appears larger on my screen. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Closer. Spread your legs more. I want to see everything.”

“Okay,” I softly reply, my voice breathy and thick as I open wider and slide the phone closer to my body. “Like that? Can you see? I’m so wet. I’m dripping. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on before.”

Mason growls my name, “Brooke.”

He tells me how hot his dick feels in his hand. How sensitive it is. How he can’t stop thinking about my mouth and my tits and how tight I’ll feel around him when he finally takes me. He snarls like an animal when I slip a finger into my pussy, and then he tells me to fuck myself, to think about his cock and to beg for it.

“Please,” I gasp, writhing against my sheets, sliding further down the bed with my legs pulling higher and spreading wider.

“Look,” he orders through a strained voice, and I glance down my body at the phone in my hand and moan at the image on the screen.

His cock.

His long, thick cock, dripping at the head as he strokes it almost brutally.

I bring the phone closer to my face and slide my fingers over my clit, staring, gasping, telling him I’m close and to come and to show me what I do to him.