She licked her lips. “Yes, Master.”
Raising his hand above the headboard, Boomer knocked on the wall between their room and Carter’s. He wasn’t too surprised when the door opened a second later and the man walked in wearing only a pair of sweatpants. The gray cotton was doing nothing to hide his prominent hard-on. His hair was still damp from a shower and slicked back, down from its earlier ponytail.
“Jeez, it took you f*****g long enough. I thought I would have to start whacking off in there.” At Kat’s astonished expression, he added, “Hello, little one. Yes, the walls in here are thin enough to hear through. We need to have Ian fix that. But if you’d said ‘no,’ I wouldn’t have told you I heard anything because I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”
He stopped next to the queen-sized bed,
