Charlotte’s POV

  

  

   “Daniel?” I whispered again, my voice breaking, my whole body stiff.

  

  

   My blood froze, my skin felt cold and hot at the same time, and my pussy was still dripping.

  

  

   Did I just… fuck myself with him watching? And what the hell is he doing on this app? And–fuck me—how the hell did he get big like that? His cock, that size? My brain couldn’t stop replaying it.

  

  

   What the fuck am I even thinking right now.

  

  

   “Do… you…” His voice stammered through the phone speaker, low and confused, and then he dropped his phone. The screen turned, but the call was still on. He didn’t even hang...