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Authors: Ivy Smoak

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Chapter 40

Mason

Shit.
I ran after Bee.

"This isn't over!" Patrick yelled.

Yeah it is, asshole.
I threw open the doors and
spotted her down the hallway. "Bee."

She kept running.

"Bee!" I quickly caught up to her.
"Stop."

She ignored me.

"Just stop." I got in front of her and grabbed both
her arms. There were tears streaming down her cheeks. I had a strange tightness
in my chest as she looked up at me. I didn't want to see her cry. It hurt me to
see her like this. "Bee." I wiped away her tears with my thumb.
"Hey, it's okay."

"Mason, I'm so sorry." She looked embarrassed. But
she didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. Patrick was a dick. And now
everyone else knew he was too.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." I wiped her
tears away again. "Please don't cry." I pulled her against my chest.
It was strange holding her like this. I let my fingers run through her hair.
"It's okay." I said. It may have been strange, but I liked it. I
liked how small she felt in my arms. And I liked that she wanted me when she
was upset. I wanted to be the one she turned to. I wanted to protect her.

I looked down at the top of her head. "My place is only
a few minutes away."

She lifted her head and looked up at me.

God she was beautiful. Even when she cried she was beautiful.
I wiped away her tears again with my thumb.

"Can you take me home?"

I felt the night I had planned slipping away. But I'd give
her whatever she wanted to get her to stop crying. I hated seeing her like
this. "Of course." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called my
driver. Bee let me wrap my arm around her as we made our way outside. The car
was already waiting out front. I wrapped Bee's coat around her shoulders. If I
had any idea that Patrick was going to be at the gala, I would have planned
something else.

But I didn't dislike the position I was in. Having Bee cling
to me like I was her lifeline was something I had never experienced before.
When I sat down in the car, she put her head on my shoulder.

Maybe this was more than I was letting myself believe. Maybe
this was what I really wanted. And not just the tight feeling in my chest. Her.
I wanted her. And I didn't want to just sleep with her. I wanted this.

She lifted her head and looked up at me. She had stopped
crying. "I'm so sorry, Mason. Before Patrick showed up, tonight was
so...perfect."

I smiled.

She sat up. "I'm sorry that you had to see that. I'm so
embarrassed. And I embarrassed you in front of all your friends..."

"You didn't embarrass me. I don't think you could
embarrass me if you tried. You were the most beautiful girl there. Everyone
else was envious of me."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm usually right."

She laughed. "I just hope I didn't ruin your whole
evening."

"All I cared about doing tonight was hanging out with
you. Besides, the night isn't over yet."

She looked down at her lap.

Maybe this could still end the way I wanted. Same plan, different
location. The car pulled up outside her apartment. "Let me walk you
up." I got out of the car before she could protest. I opened up the door
and held my hand out for her.

She took it and I pulled her to her feet. I kept my hand in
hers as I walked her to her door.

"Thank you, Mason. Tonight was..." she laughed.
"Actually, it was like a fairytale."

I leaned down and kissed her. I had won the whole chivalrous
game. I had made her think that I was her knight in shining armor. And now I
wanted my prize. When I pulled back, she was panting.

Chapter 41

Bee

Mason was amazing. I had only known him for a little over a
week, but he didn't run away when I cried. He held me. This wasn't a one night
stand kind of guy, despite everything I had heard. He was sweet. He was the
nicest guy I had met in New York. Actually, he was the only nice guy I had met
in New York.

"If it's a fairytale, I believe that I'm the prince you
won over. So what do you want to do with me now that you've won me?"

"Say goodnight and go out again when I haven't been
crying for half an hour?"

Mason laughed and looked down at his watch. "It's only
11 o'clock. It seems a shame to cut the evening short."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I think you should let me come up."

I couldn't help it. I was embarrassed of where I lived. He
had basically just taken me to a ball. We weren't supposed to wind up in a
rundown old apartment after that. I didn't need him to feel any more sorry for
me. I was such a mess.

But at the same time, I could feel my body caving in. I
wanted him. I wanted to know what he'd feel like inside of me.

He was staring into my eyes.

The way he was looking at me made me tremble. He was starting
to get a 5 o'clock shadow along his chiseled jaw line. His brown eyes seemed to
pierce into my soul. He was a better guy than Patrick. But that didn't mean he
was a good guy. If I invited him up, I might never hear from him again. Could I
live with that? I wasn't sure if I would be able to let him go. But he might
not even be asking to come up for sex. Maybe he just wanted a cup of tea.

"Let me show you how good it can be." His breath
was warm against my skin.

He was talking about sex. And I must have looked a mess. I
didn't want our first time to be like this. Or possibly our first and last.
"I think maybe we should call it a night." I pressed my thighs
together.

"Your body doesn't agree with you."

I gulped.

"You look overheated despite the fact that it's fifteen
degrees outside."

"I...I had too much to drink."

"Your pupils are dilated."

"It's dark."

"You're pressing your thighs together."

I didn't have a good excuse for that. "So?"

"It's because you want me. You're dripping wet, and
you're trying to hide it from me."

"I'll let you up if you want to talk."
Shit. Why'd
I say that?
I wouldn't be able to resist him if he came up. I was inviting
him into my bed and he knew it.

Mason's lips curled into a smile. "You just want to talk
to me?"

"Yes."

"That's a waste of a good evening."

"Did you want to come up or not?"

Mason pulled away from me. "Show me the way."

I took a deep breath and punched in the code to unlock the
doors. It made a beeping sound and I grabbed the handle. I walked into my
building and started up the stairs. I could feel his eyes on my ass. It gave me
a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had already crossed the line. A
public bathroom. An alleyway. Why not finish what we had started?

On the third floor I walked over to my door. I fumbled with
the key in the lock. When I stepped in, I turned on the light. I hadn't
expected to be bringing him back with me. I was so glad I had spent the
afternoon cleaning.

"Did you live here with Patrick?"

I turned to look at Mason. He was looking around the
apartment. I was so embarrassed. He lived in Trump International. He wasn't
used to seeing apartments like this. He was tall, broad shouldered, and
muscular, and he made the apartment look even smaller. "Yes."

"It's...nice."

I laughed. "It's horrible, I know. And I can't even
really afford it. A secretary's salary isn't exactly great money." I leaned
against the kitchen counter.

He walked over to me and ran his hand down the side of my
neck. "Is that really what you want to talk about right now?"

"No." I wanted him to kiss me, but he didn't.

"So, when that incompetent ex of yours fucked you...did
he do it here?" He ran his hand along the edge of the counter.

I swallowed hard. "No."

He walked over to the kitchen table. "What about
here?" He put his palm down on the table.

Chapter 42

Mason

I watched her look down at the kitchen table and then back up
at me. She shook her head.

"There's something sexy about hard surfaces, don't you
think? Most people like a little bit of give. But I like to fuck. Hard."

I smiled as I saw her glance down at the bulge in my pants. I
pulled off my suit jacket and draped it across the back of the chair. I undid
my tie and put it on top of my jacket.

"What are you doing?" Bee asked.

"We both know that you didn't invite me up here to
talk." I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked over to her.

She stared at my six pack. She couldn't resist me. But she
stayed plastered to the kitchen counter.

"You want this just as much as I do." I ran my
hands up the sides of her thighs and over her hips. "No, more. Because
you've never had a real man inside of you. After I'm done with you, you'll
never be able to scream another man's name."

"I..."

"I won't tell anyone what kind of girl you are. Your
secret is safe with me." I ran my hands up the silky fabric and tugged on
the zipper.

"Mason?" The tremble in her voice made me smile.

"You know, the best way to get over someone is to get
under someone else."

Her breathing was accelerating. Her face was flushed. She
wanted this just as badly as me. Her dress fell off her shoulders. When I
finished un-zippering it, the dress slid down even more, exposing her bra. I
ran my hand down her back to her bra strap. Her skin was still cold from the
frigid air outside.

"I thought eating lots of ice cream was the best
fix," she said with a laugh and grabbed my arms. She kept her hands on my
biceps, stopping me from going farther. But it seemed liked she just liked the
feeling of my muscles underneath her palms. Because she had "fuck me"
written all over her face.

"No, having lots of sex is the only way."

"Lots of sex?"

I moved my hands to the counter, but she kept her hands on
me. I leaned in close so that our lips were only a few inches away. "Tons
of sex."

She gulped.

"So what kind of stuff are you into? Because you are not
as innocent as you're pretending to be."

"I don't..." She took a deep breath. "I'm
not..."

"That kinky, huh? You like unspeakable things? You know,
I'm still trying to decide what I'm going to do with you."

She gulped again. I had already won her over. Now I wanted
her to beg me. I wanted her naked and on her knees, begging for my cock.

"I was starting to think that you were a good guy."

"I'm not." I raised my eyebrow. "And I don't
think you want me to be."

A small groan escaped from her lips.

"Here's what's going to happen, Bee. First you're going
to finish getting out of that dress. Keep the heels on. Then you're going to
lie down in the middle of your bed and raise your arms above your head. I'm
going to tie your hands to your bed post. And then I'm going to fuck you harder
than you've ever been fucked." My erection was tugging at my pants just
thinking about it.

Bee bit her lip as she looked up at me. She shook her head.

What?
Girls never said no to me. "Do you need me
to repeat myself?"

"No, I heard you. Do you want some tea?" She ducked
under my arm.

"What? No." I didn't like this dancing around game.
I had put in the necessary time. I had come up here so I could finally fuck her
and that's what I was going to do.

Chapter 43

Bee

I zipped my dress back up and opened the fridge. My whole
body felt overheated. I leaned in to let the cool air hit my face as I tried to
stop panting. I had almost lost all my resolve. God, he was so sexy. I looked
over my shoulder at him and then quickly turned back to the fridge. The way his
shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso, made it hard for
me to focus.

I wanted to sleep with him. Badly. How could I not? He was
handsome, and quick tongued, and said all the right things to make me feel
alive down there. But he had just admitted that he wasn't a good guy. I wasn't
sure if the past week had just been a lie or a game to him, but I didn't want
us to become a one night thing. It wasn't just crazy attraction. I was really
starting to like him. I just needed more time. I wanted to get to know him. I
wasn't ready to say goodbye yet.

I shook my head and grabbed two beers from the fridge.
"How about a beer then?

He eyed me suspiciously. I popped the tops off and handed him
one.

"Okay, we'll do it your way then." He took a long,
slow sip of the beer while he walked over to my bed. He kicked his shoes off
and slid under the covers.

"What are you doing?" I wasn't sure how many times
I was going to have to ask him that question.

"You wanted to talk. Let's talk." He patted the bed
beside him. He took another sip of his beer and put his arm behind his head.

I looked back at the kitchen chairs. It would look ridiculous
if I pulled one up next to him. I could control myself.
Couldn't I?
Besides, the apartment was cold. It would be nice to have the warmth of the
covers.
Or his arms.
Damn it, get a grip!
I took a deep breath
and walked around to the other side of the bed. I quickly took off my heels and
climbed into the bed, keeping my distance.

"So, Bee, what is it exactly that you wanted to talk
about?"

I sat cross legged and took a sip of beer. I tried to keep my
eyes on his face, because his six pack was too distracting. He looked so
comfortable in my bed. "I just feel like I still don't know you."

He frowned slightly. "You're shivering, Bee."

"What?" The apartment was cold. But I was also
excited and nervous. The way he was looking at me made goose bumps rise on my
skin.

"Here." He moved right next to me and put his arms
around my shoulders. "Better?" He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Yes." My voice sounded small. He ran his hand up
and down my arm. I took a deep breath, smelling his cologne. He smelled like
one of those cologne sample from a magazine. I let my head rest on his
shoulder. Even though we were in bed together, it didn't seem like he was being
forward. He was actually being a gentleman. Something that he swore to me he
wasn't. He was so sexy, but he was also funny and easy to talk to.

"I can't read you at all. This whole week you were such
a gentleman, despite the fact that you like to deny that you are. I just don't
understand you."

"It's easy to be a gentleman around you. I think you
bring out the best in me." He frowned again. He clearly wasn't used to
saying things like that. He almost looked pissed at himself for admitting it
out loud.

"You're different than other guys in this city."

"And why is that?"

"You're actually nice. I don't know anyone else who
would have comforted me while I was crying after only knowing me a few
days."

"I didn't like seeing you cry."

"I really like you." I shifted so that I could look
up at him again. "I just want to know that it's more than just physical
attraction."

"It's more than just physical. I promise you, it's more
than that for me." He leaned down and kissed me.

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