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.