Page 98 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

I couldn't ever say no to him. I never wanted to. Especially when he looked at me like that. I grabbed his tie and pulled his face down to mine.

He quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on my blouse, while his tongue collided with mine. He pushed up my skirt, tracing his hands along my bare skin. His fingers were cold, but the feeling of them against my skin made my whole body feel warm. I wanted him so badly. He slid his hand up the inside of my thigh.

I immediately put my hand on his erection, which was pressing through his dress pants.

He pulled back slightly. "In a hurry?"

"I don't want to get caught," I said breathlessly.

"Is that all?" He unhinged his belt and undid his pants.

I shook my head back and forth. "I've been thinking about you all day. Or maybe I can't think straight at all because I want you all the time. Either way." I looked down at his boxers. "There's only one thing I need right now." When I looked back up at him I gulped. His Adam's apple rose and fell as he stared down at me.

"Where have you been all my life?" He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me hard.

Waiting for you. When his hands moved back down to my ass, I put my hands in his hair. Everything about him was hard except for his hair. I loved how soft his hair was.

His tip pressed against my wetness. He groaned into my mouth as he slowly entered me. I loved that I could make him feel that way. That I could please him like this.

He pulled my ass closer to the edge of the desk, thrusting himself even deeper inside of me.

"Mason!" I slammed my hand down on my desk, hitting my keyboard. A second later I heard the hum of my computer turning back on.

His fingers were digging into my ass cheeks. "I don't know what you like more. My cock deep inside of you, or the idea that someone might catch us with my cock deep inside of you."

I moaned as he spread my thighs even wider. I really didn't want to get caught. "Faster."

He leaned over me, moving his hips even faster.

"Harder!"

His lips moved back to my neck. "God, I love you."

What did he just say? Does he realize he just said that?

He tilted his hips, hitting that spot that only he could.

"Mason!" I grabbed his tie, pulling his lips back to my neck.

He pushed the center of my chest, making me fall back onto the desk. My forearm hit my stapler and it made a clicking noise, sending a staple into nothing.

Mason leaned over me, putting his hand on the opposite edge of the desk. He wrapped his other arm around my thigh, pressing it backward, thrusting himself deeper inside of me.

"Fuck," he murmured after something crashed to the ground.

I pulled his face back to mine. A second later, I felt the warmth of him spread up into my stomach. It was my new favorite feeling in the world. He groaned into my mouth as he found his release.

He didn't need to tell me when to come tonight. I was already at the tipping point, and him losing control was enough to tip me over the edge. I was panting when he placed one last kiss against my lips.

His chest slowly rose and fell as he stared down at me. I tried to search his face. But he didn't look like he had just confessed that he loved me. He looked like he had when he first came into the office, except even more relaxed. Maybe he was a little drunk. Or maybe I had imagined him saying it.

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I slowly opened my eyes. We were in Mason's bed and my head was on his chest. God, I love you. I knew he said it. I heard him say it. Maybe he hadn't meant to. But I liked it. I wanted him to say it again.

I lifted my head and stared down at him. Do I feel the same way? Do I love him?

I swallowed hard. He didn't do relationships. Kendra had warned me to be careful, but I had completely ignored her. It was like I had jumped onto a sled and the hill in front of me was icy. There was no way to stop. Mason had a way of pulling me into the present. He didn't seem to care about the past or the future. I wasn't worried when I was with him.

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