Mason watched as Noah drove away. Staring at him on that bike had Mason hard and ready to shoot a load. Too bad Noah left, he could’ve helped Mason out with his problem. Guess Mason would need to take care of it himself. He had to jump in the shower anyway. First, though, he’d deal with work. He pressed the heel of his hand on his hard c**k, hoping it’d go down a bit.
Mason walked back into the house and headed straight to his office. He stood at the doorway, his will weak. Taking the shower first might work out better for him. Was he ready to go back to the s**t waiting for him in his office? Before he made the choice, his phone rang. He strode to his bedroom—taking a glimpse at the night table, it wasn’t there. As he tried to remember where he left it, he listened more closely to the ri
