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“I’ve got you,” Mason murmurs.

Why do I feel so gooey? It must be the aftereffects of the ride.

Also, as I was flying through the air, the straps further pushed on my groin, and Mason’s proximity is making my blood rush into the area, which all conspires to create a strange sensation, almost like I might?—

“Step over here,” booms a voice that must belong to Trent.

Huh. Trent is huge and ancient. Maybe this is a family business, with Trent being Levi’s grandpa?

Turns out, Mason doesn’t discriminate against older males when it comes to the heavy-handed attempts to prevent me from their touches. He tells Trent exactly what he told his-maybe-grandson.

“Fine. Less work for me,” Trent grumbles. “Now wait ‘til everyone gathers.”

“But you may clip her carabiner,” Mason adds.

Trent just grunts.

The rest of the group takes turns smacking into Trent, except for Levi, who brakes expertly—raising my confidence in his abilities a notch or two.

Then Levi zips over to the next location, and Mason follows—and manages to brake in time.

All right.

I don’t care if I have to ignore the fun aspect of this ride. I have to brake.

I leap.

Must brake.

The straps push even deeper into my bikini area, pushing the folds of my clothes against my other folds, creating a pressure on my clit that?—

I smash into Mason once again… with a moan that I pray Levi will mistake for pain, but it’s really pleasure.

An orgasm, to be precise.

Is this why the French call it “the little death”?

Because I might just die of mortification.

Chapter 25

Mason

Seems like when you get horny enough, wet dreams aren’t sufficient and your brain starts to provide you with sexy hallucinations. When I catch Sophia in my arms, her expression looks just like her O-face—an image that is the most valuable possession stored in the safety box of my spank bank.

Speaking of said bank, I’ve made many deposits into it today: from the way the straps pushed up her boobs to?—

“Can you let me go?” Sophia gasps.

Ah. Right. I gently separate us. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” she breathes. “That was… amazing.” For some reason, she looks very flushed.

Levi clears his throat. “Can you please step aside so the rest can ride?”

Translation: “Get a room.”

We move over. I’m barely walking because I’m hard and the fucking straps are painfully tight.

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