Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Evening, Ms. Hughes,” he growls deeply, which makes me shiver.
“Layla,” I croak back.
“No, I’m sorry, this is Mason.”
I grin and roll my eyes. “Very funny.”
I see him grin across the way. “What can I do for you, Layla?” he purrs.
“I…” I blush. “Um, great job,” I blurt. “I mean on the pool earlier. It, uh, looks great.”
Mason chuckles. “Thanks.”
“Oh, I think you actually left your hose over here?”
He chuckles. “No, I think I’ve got my hose with me.”
I groan, blushing deeply as he grins.
“But shit, did I leave that attachment?”
I nod in the darkness and clutch the towel tighter around myself. “Yeah.”
“Want me to come get it now?”
My body shivers, and I rake my teeth over my lip. Don’t you dare, I think to myself. Or I won’t be held responsible for tackling you.
“No,” I manage to blurt out. “No, that’s fine.”
“Tomorrow, then.”
“Yeah, sure.”
There’s a long pause, and I can see him grinning roguishly in his bed.
“Anything else you need, Layla?” he says in just shy of a teasing tone.
Your cock.
I blush deeply and shiver, swallowing as my hand tightens on my towel. I glance down at the hamper again, and my breath catches when I lay eyes on my cum-streaked panties.
“N—no, I just…” I trail off, my pulse racing so hard I can barely talk.
“You found them.”
His words hit me like a slap, and I gasp.
“W—what?”
His smirk widens, and he grins into the phone. “I said, you found them, didn’t you?”
My face burns, and my pulse is so loud I’m almost sure he can hear it through the fucking phone.
“Mason, I don’t think I know what you’re—”
“Yes, you do.”
There’s an edge to his voice that has me shivering heatedly. I look up, and I instantly gasp when I see him standing from his bed and peering out through his window towards my house.
“Are you there now?” He practically growls the question. He walks towards his big window and rests one hand on the frame, leaning into the glass with the phone to his ear. “In your bathroom?”
“No, I…”
He unclenches his hand and suddenly spins my panties on his finger. I gasp before I can stop myself, and he grins.
“Liar,” he growls.
“Mason…”
“Layla.”
“Those are mine,” I croak.
“So you are there in your bathroom,” he purrs. “And yeah, I know they are. That’s why I took them.”
I blush, my whole body shaking with forbidden desire.
“Why did you take them?”
His jaw clenches, and he growls lowly into the phone. “Because they smell like you, Layla,” he grunts. “Because they smell like your perfume, and like that sweet little pussy between your thighs that you were touching earlier.”
My jaw drops, my face burns like it’s been singed by fire, and I gasp sharply. “Mason!” I blurt. “This is very inappropriate!”
He shrugs, still smirking. “And?”
“And? And we can’t do this! And we’re not having this conversation!”
“So hang up,” he growls. “Hang up, because I’m just going to keep having this conversation.”
“Mason—”
“And I’m going to do more than talk, Layla,” he grunts. He drops my panties and slides his free hand into his boxers. I moan when I see him holding himself—squeezing, and slowly stroking—and from his grin, I know he hears me.
“Mason,” I whisper.
“Come closer,” he growls. “To the window.”
“No, I’m…” I swallow. “I was getting ready to take a bath.”
“Good,” he hisses, his voice tight. “Even more reason.”
“Mason—”
“Step to the window, Layla,” he growls the command, and I swear my body reacts like he’s just touched me. Shaking, I step towards the big windows of my bathroom, until the lights from my garage and his backyard illuminate me in a hazy glow. Mason groans, and his hand moves a little faster in his boxers.
“Show me,” he growls darkly. “Take your towel off and show me.”
I blush fiercely and shake my head. “No, Mason—”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
I blush deeply, gasping.
“But then,” he drawls. “I think you’ve already seen mine, haven’t you?”
My breath catches, and he grins. “You were spying on me, weren’t you Layla?”
“Mason, I don’t know what you think—”
“Dirty girl,” he purrs, and I instantly whimper.
He hooks his thumb over the waist of his boxers, and he starts to tug them down. They slide down the grooves of his hips, and I gasp as my eyes tease over the little trail of hair from his navel down lower. The fat root of his cock slides into view, and my pussy throbs between my legs. He tugs even more, and more, letting me see inch after thick inch of his big cock, until finally, he pulls them all the way down, and it springs free. Mason’s heavy cock slaps against his abs, and I instantly moan.
“Oh shit,” I whisper.
He grins, and he starts to stroke himself. He squeezes, and the swollen crown flares, dripping precum over his head and down over his fingers, and it’s possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.