“I-I don’t know.”
“f**k,” he curses again. “f*****g hell, Payton. I’m hard as a rock.”
I try to laugh, but I’m too turned on for that. “My panties feel wet.”
A deep groan reverberates through the phone. “Don’t touch it.”
“What? But…”
“No, you did this to us, you have to suffer with me.” He moans again and I instinctively know he’s adjusting his c**k. “Tonight, if I’m not home, you’re going to go up to our bed, facetime me from your laptop, and come all over those fingers while I watch. Okay?”
“Okay.” He must not be in a position where he can jerk off right now, so I guess it’s fair for me to wait too.
“And if you need someone to talk to when I’m gone,” he continues, “I can send Aspen over.”
“Nero,” I sigh. “I don’t know her.”
“You’d get along fine.”
“Maybe, but you can’t just sen
