Page 89 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

"Then you don't know what you're missing." I looked back over my shoulder.

He grabbed my chin and turned my face back up to his. "In answer to your earlier question, you were definitely not disappointing." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss against my lips. "And you made me burn dinner."

"I made you burn dinner?"

"Mhm. I happen to find you incredibly distracting."

I laughed and peered over his shoulder. The living room was open to the kitchen. It had marble countertops and shiny stainless steel appliances. It would have looked like it was out of the pages of a magazine if whatever Mason had been cooking wasn't sitting on the stove, completely black.

"Actually, all I'm really craving right now is ice cream," I said.

"You want ice cream for dinner? What are you, five?"

"It just so happens that I crave chocolate after really good sex." I unwound his arms from around me.

"So, this is probably the first time you've ever craved chocolate after sex then?"

Was he really looking for my stamp of approval too? He had to be kidding. Obviously that was the best sex I had ever had. If I was lucky, Patrick lasted five minutes. Mason and Patrick weren't even on the same sex scale. I innocently shrugged my shoulders.

He leaned down and lifted me over his shoulder.

I laughed. "Mason, I'm capable of walking to the kitchen." I reached down and slapped his ass.

"Yeah, we're not going to the kitchen." He pushed the bottom of my shirt up and kissed my bare ass as he carried me back toward the bedroom.

Chapter 49

Mason

It hadn't snowed since New Years, but it was so cold that there was still a white blanket of snow all over Central Park. Except for the path that I was currently running on. You couldn't find perfectly white snow anywhere else in the city.

I ran across the small bridge where I would usually turn around and picked up my pace. I needed the fresh air and the extra exercise. I hadn't felt quite right this morning. That tightness in my chest had returned. It was probably the fact that I had ice cream for dinner. I rounded a corner and sprinted up a set of steps.

Who was I kidding? It wasn't the ice cream. It was her. We had fallen asleep on the couch watching this stupid old black and white movie. We had turned it on halfway through and Bee had tried to explain what was going on to me the whole time instead of just letting me watch it. We had spent the majority of the time laughing instead of paying attention. And it was perfect. It was better than the gala. And it was better than any fancy restaurant.

"Shit." I stopped at the top of the steps and put my hands on my knees. The cold air felt like ice in my lungs. It didn't matter how far I ran away from her. I couldn't shake that feeling in my chest. I stood up and ran my hands through my hair. I had ran to one of the corners of Central Park. Cars honking and speeding by somehow relaxed me. Normally on my runs I would think about work. Not women. I was normally good at compartmentalizing. It was different with Bee, though. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I'd have to start listening to music on my runs.

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My heart rate was still decelerating as I leaned against the side of the elevator. I thought a run would make me feel better. It hadn't. And now that I was almost back to my apartment, all I wanted to do was fuck her again.

I stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway. I had left Bee alone and naked in my bed. The thought made my cock start to press against my athletic shorts. What the fuck is wrong with me? I was never like this. I put my key in the lock. Fucking her again this morning would make this feeling go away. Right?

I heard the shower running as I closed the door behind me. Fuck, that was even better. I pulled off my shirt as I made my way to my bedroom and tossed it on the floor. I kicked off my shoes, pushed off my short and boxers, and opened up the bathroom door. The room was covered in a layer of steam. I could just make out the silhouette of Bee through the glass. It didn't seem like she had heard me come in. I stood there for a second, staring at her. I couldn't believe I had waited over a week to fuck her. But my patience had paid off. Now I'd never have to wait again.

I opened up the shower door.

Bee immediately tried to cover herself. "Oh, God." She laughed but kept her hands on her body. "Mason, you scared me."

The beads of water running down her naked body had to be the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

"Mason? Are you okay?"

I stepped into the shower and pulled her face to mine.

She immediately wrapped her arms behind my neck.

It wasn't just me. She couldn't get enough of me either. The water falling down on top of us made it hard to breathe while I was kissing her. But right now, she was the only sustenance I needed. I grabbed her legs and lifted her thighs around me.

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