“Because!” Mollie takes the glass I hold out to her, eyes wide. “I was…frustrated, okay? It’s like the world’s worst best tease, being around you and your chaps and your fucking mustache all day, every day.” My dick twitches at the idea that I turn Mollie on so much—so often—she had to call a friend for relief. Aw, honey, you know you’re only gonna find relief if it’s with me. “So you like the ’stache,” I manage.
