"I can't," Luna panted, her hand moving faster inside her shorts despite what she was saying. "I can't do this, Will. I'm not allowed to do this." But hearing him groan, hearing the shift in his breath, knowing that he was doing on the other end of the phone what she was doing on this end.
She spread her legs a little wider and made a helpless sound of need. "Please, Will, this is crossing the line."