I whimpered again. “Fucking hell,” the cowboy growled through the phone. “You touchin’ yourself?” I cupped my breast fully. Oh. That felt good. Too good. I let out a breathy, quiet moan. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice rougher and deeper than before. My core spasmed, and I felt a different kind of wetness between my thighs. It was Mason. All him. I had nothing to do with this. I put the phone on speaker before setting it on top of the long-forgotten book. Persephone could have Hades; I wanted my bull rider. “Mason, I…I haven’t in a long time,” I admitted, ashamed. God, what he must
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