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“Mason!”
I sucked hard and felt her clench around my fingers. I squeezed her breast again as she came. Fuck. She had come again for me in less than a minute. Where has this girl been hiding?
Chapter Sixteen
Bee
My knees felt weak. If he wasn’t still holding me against the wall I would have melted to the ground. He kissed the inside of my thigh before pulling my dress back down. I bit my lip. Everything he did and said was dirty. It was scary how much he affected me.
He stood up and put his hands on the brick wall on either side of my head. I gulped. He already had another erection. I could feel it pressed against my thigh, right next to where he had just kissed me. He leaned in so that our lips were less than an inch apart. His breath was warm. The cold wind was picking up around us. I shivered as I stared back at him.
This was unbearable. The intensity I felt with him seemed unreal. He was irresistible. I tilted my head back so that he’d kiss me. When his kiss didn’t come, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and made the move. His kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue tasted like sex. I needed him now, all of him.
“You promised me something,” I whispered as seductively as I could.
“I’m true to my word, Bee.” He let his hands fall from the wall and he intertwined his fingers with mine. He led me out of the alley.
Once we were back on the sidewalk, he let go of my hand and stared at me.
“It’s freezing.” My teeth were chattering. “Can we go?” What, was he going to make me beg to take me back to his place?
“Show me what you got.”
“What do you mean?”
“Get us a taxi.”
“Isn’t that the man’s job?”
“Yeah, but I’m no gentleman. Don’t start getting the wrong idea about me now. Besides, you need to learn how not to be a pushover.”
“I’m not a pushover,” I said. His words stung because they were true. I thought about how I was always the last one at the office. And how I let my boss hit on me without standing up for myself. I was a pushover for coming to New York in the first place. I hated it here. This was the first good night I’d had in months.
“Show me what you got,” Mason repeated.
I turned to the street. A taxi was coming by. I waved my hand and stepped out onto the curb. The taxi sped by.
I sighed. “They usually stop.”
“Watch and learn, sugar.” Mason cracked his knuckles.
I rolled my eyes at him.
He stepped onto the curb. As the next cab came into view, he put his fingers to his mouth and whistled while sticking his other hand out to signal the driver. The taxi pulled up in front of us.
“Well that’s great if you can whistle.”
“You can’t whistle?”
I shook my head.
“I’m surprised.” He leaned in close. “Your lips are very talented, Bee.”
I blushed. I had never liked giving head before, but with Mason it was different. Everything was different with him. And he still had more to show me.
“After you,” he said. I reached for the handle, but he quickly grabbed it before me.
“Déjà vu.”
