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I opened my camera, angled it low, and took a shot—my hand wrapped around my cock, back arched in the chair.

Attached.

Sent.

Typing bubbles appeared almost immediately.

Penny: I wish you were here…

Mac: Me too. The things I’d do to you.

Penny: Like what?

Mac: I’d be on my knees, pinning you against the wall while you ride my face. You’d have all the control. I’d be there to worship you.

I groaned again, stroking harder at the fantasy. Just imagining her above me, wild and beautiful, had my thoughts unraveling.

Mac: You’d be screaming so damn loud, like I know you can, Trouble.

Another video landed in my inbox. I propped the phone against the base of my monitor and hit play.

Penny had her phone set at the edge of the shower, her fingers moving between her legs, her breath catching as she rubbed in tight circles. And then?—

My name.

Over and over.

Moaned. Whimpered. Cried out as she tipped over the edge.

Her body trembled on screen as she came, her head thrown back, pleasure radiating through the phone like heat.

I watched it again. I had to. The way she used my photo as her source of release sent a jolt straight through my spine.

I closed my eyes, stroking myself harder, faster, as the sound of her voice echoed in my mind.

On a broken groan, I came, chest rising and falling, body spent.

Then—

A knock.

Panic struck. The chair rolled backward too fast and nearly took me with it. I scrambled, fumbling for a tissue and then with my jeans just as the door opened.

Logan stood in the doorway. Staring. Then, slowly, he looked up at the ceiling with the defeated expression of a man who’d seen too much.

“Why me?” he asked the heavens.

Still tucking myself away, I wiped my hand with a second tissue. No shame. None. Zero.

“Hey, man. Maybe one day, you’ll get your revenge.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “Aspen needs your help.”

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PENNY

The day was finally over—thank God.

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