His words make my heart hammer in my chest. I feel myself lowering my guard, anticipating his next words.
 
 Will you do me a favor?
 
 What?I wonder, as if bored.
 
 Slide your fingers into your panties and play with yourself.
 
 Are you serious right now?
 
 I’m dead serious.
 
 I fidget in the bed, then shake my head.No. Why should I?
 
 I want to try something.
 
 Well, whatever it is, I’m not doing it.
 
 Caz is quiet again, and I think he’s not going to say much else. But then I feel a sensation down below, and I squeeze my thighs together, gasping.
 
 “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper.
 
 You felt that, eh? Didn’t think it would work.
 
 “Caz, what was that? What are you doing?”
 
 I’m in the shower.
 
 Okay…
 
 And my dick is in my hand.
 
 I squeeze my thighs together again, trying to fight the throb that rocks through me.
 
 “How are you doing that?” I breathe.
 
 He ignores me.Put your fingers in your panties. It’s a demand. No longer an option.
 
 I sink my teeth into my bottom lip when I feel the throbbing again. I can’t help following his lead, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, sighing as I graze the tips over my pelvis. When my middle finger presses down on my clit, I gasp and throw my head back.
 
 Oh yeah. I feel you now. Play with your pussy for me. I want to hear you come around your fingers.
 
 “This is crazy,” I breathe.
 
 Do you feel me?he rasps and, insanely enough, I do.I’m stroking my dick in the shower while I think about you, Willow.He releases a gruff groan that sets me ablaze.You’re all I can ever think about these days.
 
 It feels like you’re inside me.
 
 I’m wishing that I were,he rasps.And imagining that I am.
 
 How is this happening?
 
 I don’t know, but don’t you stop.
 
 I don’t. I continue circling my clit with my finger, and as I do, I swear I feel Caz pushing his way inside me. The girth of his dick filling me up inch by savory inch, just like the real thing. A guttural groan echoes in my head, and I hiss through my teeth as I feel him going faster.
 
 Is this my pussy?
 
 “Yes,” I breathe.