MASON
MASON“Thank f**k for that,” Dante hissed as the phone clattered back into its receiver. In the same second we were both on our feet in a race across the office. There was a small jostle in the doorway. Dante used his bigger bulk to shoulder me aside and yank the door open. He almost took it off its hinges in his eagerness to see our pretty little beta again.
I didn’t blame him. For hours, all I’d been able to think about was Neve’s perfect little p***y—the sweet way she tasted when she came on my tongue and the soft little sounds she made in her rapture. I wanted that again. I wanted more than that. I wanted her wrapped around my c**k, taking every inch of my thick, swollen length as she cried out in pleasure.
The only thing that stopped me making that fantasy into reality was the
