I stood there frozen, my back pressed against the cold wall, Mason’s hand still boldly cupping my bare, dripping pussy under the silk robe.

His fingers didn’t move. They just rested there, feeling how soaked I was, how my swollen folds parted so easily for him. The heat of his palm against my most intimate place made my knees shake.

"Skyler," he murmured, voice low and dangerous, "you’re absolutely fucking drenched. Your cunt is leaking all over my hand like it’s been waiting six years for me to touch it again."

I whimpered, shame flooding my cheeks even as my hips twitched forward, seeking more pressure. My nipples were painfully...