Page 108 of Fallen Hearts

“Hey there yourself, cozy girl,” he said.

“I am cozy. Last night in this bed.”

“How do you feel about that?”

I pretended as Mason shifted the phone that I didn’t notice his bare chest. Swallowing down a sigh, I concentrated on his face instead. “Good. It’ll make things much easier. Thanks for leaving me with two roommates, by the way.”

He laughed. It was one of my favorite sounds.

“It’s good to see your face, Pia.”

“Same.”

“What is that on your shirt?” he asked.

If I’d known Mason was going to be seeing me, I’d have worn something a little sexier than a ten-year-old tank top. “Nothing.” I yanked the blanket up. “Just a really, really old concert shirt.”

“Damn. I wouldn’t have said anything if I knew you were going to cover up.”

The tone of his voice had taken a definite turn toward sexy town. Good idea or not, I was a willing passenger.

“That can be undone,” I said, bringing the covers back to where they were before.

“Better. My God, Pia, you are so fucking hot. Have I mentioned that before?”

“Possibly. But you can never compliment a girl too much, you know?”

“Is that so? Can you get a girl off too much? Is that a thing?”

Telling Mason I liked when he talked dirty had been the best call I’d made since we met. Some of my other decisions might be questionable as hell, but this one wasn’t.

“No. That’s not a thing.”

“Good. In that case, I want to see your hand slip underneath those covers immediately.”

“That sounds like an order.”

“It is.” That tone, though. There was nothing to do but obey. At least, not in this case. “Very good. Now I want you to slip a finger inside, two fingers actually, and pretend they’re mine. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, watching as Mason’s eyes hooded, and obeyed that too.

“Now I want you to move them, pretending those fingers are mine. Move them exactly as you like it. That’s it. And don’t you dare fucking hold back.”

“From you? Never.”

He smiled. “Good. Keep moving them, in and out.”

“Mason,” I panted, knowing what he’d say next.

“Louder.”

Moving my fingers, pleasuring myself but pretending he was here with me, I did as he said. Called his name louder. And louder with each command.

“Come for me, Pia. I want to watch your face as you explode for me.”

I was so close.

“I want to see your face so that I can hang up this phone and let you sleep while I go into my bathroom, take my dick into my hand?—”

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