Page 83 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

I opened up the oven door and looked at the casserole dish. It looked like it was cooking nicely. The broth was bubbling and it smelled good. I closed the door and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Bee was refreshing, but she was also torturing me. Ever since I had started attending the gala I had always gotten laid afterwards. Bee had ruined my perfect record. And I was mad at her. I had talked with her all night. Talked. And tonight wasn't just about finally having her. It was about punishing her for all the hell she had been putting me through. The waiting was unbearable. I could feel my erection pressing against my jeans. Even thinking about her made me hard. Or maybe it was just because I hadn't cum in over a week.

A knock sounded on the door. I took a deep breath. I just needed to stick to the plan. And hopefully she didn't catch on that the front desk thought she was a prostitute. That would not be a good start to our evening. I ran my hand through my hair and opened up the door.

I don't know what it was, but she seemed to look even sexier every time I saw her. She didn't say anything, she was just staring at my abs. It was a good thing I was a messy chef. This was a pretty good start to the night. I had the urge to kiss her. But we weren't in a relationship. I didn't need to kiss her hello. Stick to the plan.

"You're not wearing a shirt," she said, without looking up at me. Her eyes seemed to be stuck on my abs. She was horny. Maybe even as horny as me. It was written all over her face.

"I got oil on it while I was cooking. I can go put on another one if you want."

"No, that's okay." She finally looked up at my face. "Maybe I should just take mine off so we're even?" She laughed and then looked away from me, clearly embarrassed. "I was actually debating whether or not I should wear any clothes at all. You know, the whole naked under the trench coat thing?" Her face was bright red. "But I'm not, see." She took off her jacket. "Fully clothed." She closed the door and her eyes gravitated back toward my six pack.

She was so innocent, yet somehow kinky as hell. There was no debate about what was on her mind. She looked nervous and excited at the same time. Wasn't that enough? She clearly wanted me. Screw dinner. Screw the plan. I needed her now. I pressed myself against her, pinning her against the door. I grabbed her arms and lifted them over her head. She didn't resist my touch at all.

"Keep your arms up," I said. I pushed her sweater up her waist, over her breasts, and up her arms. I threw her sweater down on the floor.

She kept her arms raised and blinked her long lashes at me.

I had never been tempted to abandon a plan before. What was this girl trying to do to me? I moved my hand to her back and unstrapped her bra. I tried not to think about the fact that I was the one caving in as I pulled her bra slowly down her arms, exposing her ripe breasts. Her nipples were hard, making her arousal even more evident. She looked embarrassed, standing in the middle of my foyer without her top. She moved her hands to cover herself, but I grabbed them.

"Turn around." I couldn't wait to tie her up and have my way with her. I could still make this happen under my terms.

She shook her hands free and placed them on my six pack. I lowered my eyebrows. No one ever defied me. She was pushing all my buttons. She lowered her hands down my stomach and touched my belt. I looked down at her as she unhinged the clip and pulled my belt out of the loops. Her fingers were shaking as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Everything she did was so sexy and it had me on edge.

"Turn around," I repeated.

She bit her lip as she looked up at me.

Fuck it. I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her lips to mine. If she wasn't going to listen to me, I'd just fuck her until she screamed my name. I was done playing games. I needed to be deep inside her tight pussy. I grabbed her ass and lifted her legs around me.

Chapter 47

Bee

I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. My resolve had started to disappear when I saw his perfectly sculpted body. And any resolve that may have remained had evaporated as soon as he removed my bra. I didn't know what I expected to happen tonight. But this was what I had wanted. My plan was to be sexy and I'm pretty sure I had failed. But it didn't seem to matter. We had barely said five words to each other before he had started undressing me. I had never felt so wanted in my life. And I had never wanted something so badly in my life.

Mason held me against him and set me down on the edge of the kitchen counter.

"We'll do it your way then," Mason said. His voice sounded tight. He was so wound up. He grabbed one of my boots and pulled it off, quickly followed by the next.

"My way?" I panted. I couldn't help it. I was so aroused. He was so sexy and domineering. And his words were so dirty. I wanted his tongue back in my mouth. No. I wanted his tongue down there. I swallowed hard.

"Vanilla." He undid the button of my jeans and quickly unzipped them.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I no longer cared. Everything he did was so sexy. I wanted to do whatever he wanted. But I was nervous, because I had no idea what that entailed.

"Mason." My voice sounded breathless. I put my hand on his chest.

He pulled back and looked at me.

"You promised me a tour." I was chickening out. I had only ever had sex with Patrick. And he cheated on me. I wasn't good at this. I wasn't experienced like Mason was. I couldn't make him feel the way he was making me feel.

"You're killing me, Bee." It seemed like he was undressing me with his eyes. It was unnerving and exciting.

"I'm not very experienced," I blurted out.

"Is that what this is about?" He smiled at me seductively. "I know that." He kissed the side of my neck. "Baby, I was the first person to ever make you come." He kissed the side of my neck again.

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