Page 95 of Sapphire Spring

“Not me. I’m a good boy. I’m going to wait until I see youagain. I’ve got patience. Unlike some men on this call.”

“Is that so?” Mason asked, pulling himself up into bed.

“It is. Goodnight, MasonWorther.Sweet dreams.”

The call ended. He thought for a second Naser mightactually bepissed, but there’d been a devilish lilt to histone before he’d hung up.

He crawled up onto the bed, rolled over onto his back, andlay there staring at the ceiling, gasping for breath. Seeing Naser, smellingNaser, hearing Naser. He’d blown his load across the carpet, but some of it wasdrying on his cock, which still felt stubbornly thick. He felt spent, but notpurged. He was suddenly grateful he didn’t know where Naser lived because hemight have driven straight to his place and banged on the door until Naser lethim in, and that would have been too much.

He lost track of time, felt drowsiness tugging at the edgeof his thoughts, then the phone rang.

Naser.

He’d never answered a call so fast in his life.

“Hey.” Naser’s voice sounded quiet, a little strained.

No freeway sounds in the background.

“Where are you?” Mason asked.

“Home. That’s where you told me to go, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But?”

“Can I come over?”

“No time.” Naser’s little gasps, his breathlessness toldMason he was doing what Mason had just done.

“Oh, I see. This is my punishment.”

“Not really. More like my confession.”

“What do you have to confess,Nas?”

“I’m not a good boy,” he whispered, then he let out a sharplittle grunt that sounded like he was doing more than jerking off. Maybe alittle something that hurt just the way he liked. “I couldn’t wait.”

“Are you jerking off to the sound of my voice, Naser?”

“More than that…”

“My winning smile?”

Naser sputtered with laughter. “Stop it.”

“My connections in real estate?”

“No.”

“Sowhat’s the more?”

“Don’t get jealous.”

“You don’t want to make a man like me jealous,Nas. I might break down your door and lay claim to you onyour kitchen floor.”

“Promise?”

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