“Fuck, Pen.” A groan escapes him as his hand moves faster over his shaft. “Why’re you not here right now? Why am I in Arizona instead of in your bed?” “Because you’re the best goddamn catcher Foltyn has had in years. And because if I was there right now...” I trail off, swallowing. “I don’t think I could stop myself from railing you into the goddamn tile wall of that shower.”
