City of Sin - Chapter 52
Bee
I was the last one in the office tonight, as usual.
I went through the document one last time.
It was the final proposal for Sword Body Wash.
Mr. Ellington had wanted an added clause in the pitch once he found out about the possible government shutdown.
He wanted to make sure it was as provocative as possible, and the FCC disbanding would certainly let it be more provocative.
The segment was airing on Tuesday. The government probably wouldn't shut down by then anyway, so this was a complete waste of my time.
But it didn't matter, because I was done. I pressed send on the document.
I couldn't have been more excited to see Mason.
I pulled out my phone. Earlier I had texted him, asking if he'd rather meet up tomorrow instead.
He was out with his friends. And I had monopolized him for the past few weeks.
But I was hoping he'd say he wanted to spend time with me instead.
I couldn't get enough of him. It was hard to follow Kendra's advice about being careful when I was feeling like this.
Mason said he wanted to be the reason why I stayed in New York.
I think he already was. It was crazy to feel like this after just a few weeks. Right?
I looked down at my phone. He had never texted me back.
I couldn't help but be a little disappointed.
I had slept at his apartment every night for the past two weeks.
He had a really nice place. But that wasn't the reason why I always agreed to spend the night.
It was nice having someone to kiss goodnight and wake up next to.
It was strange how familiar it seemed, yet different at the same time.
Patrick had never looked at me the way Mason did.
And it wasn't just that I wanted to stay, Mason usually insisted upon it.
Like there was nothing he wanted more than to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around me.
It didn't matter what he said. Or what Kendra liked to warn me about.
Mason was a good guy. And I was falling for him.
Tonight, though, I would go home to my cold apartment alone.
I didn't want to text him again. If he didn't want to see me, I could survive one night on my own.
It was so strange how something could become normal so quickly.
I liked when he met me outside of my office.
I liked how he grabbed my hand and hailed down a taxi for us to share.
And even though I had just seen him this morning, I missed him.
I switched my computer monitor off. I had definitely gotten used to having something to look forward to after work. I grabbed my jacket.
"Bee."
I smiled and turned around. Mason was standing there smiling back at me.
His hair was a little mussed up and the tie around his neck was loosened.
He looked more relaxed than he usually did.
I wasn't sure if it was because he had been hanging out with his friends or if he had too much to drink. But he looked so handsome.
He closed the distance between us and leaned down and kissed me.
"I didn't think you were coming," I said.
He smiled and laid his jacket down on the back of my chair. "I wasn't going to stand you up. Is there anyone else here?"
"No. I'm the last one. But I'm done now, if you want to go..."
"I have a better idea." The way he was looking at me made my heart race. He kissed me again. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue. His hands drifted from my back to my ass.
"Mason." I put my hand on his chest. "Are you drunk?"
"No." He moved one of his hands to the side of my face. "I missed you. And I want you. God, I want you."
"I missed you too." I put my hands behind his neck. "But we should probably go home."
"Home?" He laughed and kissed the side of my neck.
"I mean, your place or my place. Either one of our homes. Wherever you want to go." What is wrong with me?
He kissed the side of my neck and unbuttoned the top button of my blouse. "I like that you're comfortable at my place. But I don't want to go home." He unbuttoned another of my buttons.
"Mason, we can't do this."
"You said you were the last one here." He lifted me up, pulling my thighs around his waist. "We can go home after I make you come." He pushed the papers on my desk out of the way. "A few times."
I laughed.
"Bee." He set me down on the edge of my desk. "You have two choices. Here or the cab." He put his hands on the desk on either side of me and raised his eyebrow.
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 had first come into the office, except even more relaxed.
Maybe he was a little drunk. Or maybe I had imagined him saying it.
***
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.
But I still didn't know him that well. I accidently called his apartment home and he accidentally said he loved me.
We hadn't even talked about whether or not we were exclusive, let alone all of that.
He could be seeing someone else. I tried to dismiss the thought.
We had spent every night of the past couple weeks together.
If he was seeing someone else, he wasn't seeing them very often.
And he had said he loved me. Mason Caldwell loves me.
What am I doing? Patrick had used me. As a face for his work functions. As an idea maybe. I didn't even know anymore. But he had stopped loving me. I was worried that Mason was using me for a different reason. For the things that Patrick had paid someone for.
Mason and I did more than have sex, though.
He made me laugh. Like, water coming out of my nose laughing.
He made me happy. And that's why I was scared.
I didn't want to lose him. But if he did think women were expendable, how much time could I possibly have left?
I reached up and touched the side of his face.
He had scruff on his face and I liked how it felt rough against my palm.
He shifted in his sleep and I immediately moved my hand away from his face.
He yawned and opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw me staring at him. "I like waking up to you." He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him.
I laughed and put my hands on either side of him on the mattress. I wanted to talk to him about how I was feeling, but I didn't want to scare him away.
"Hey," he said and put his hand on the side of my face. "Is everything okay?" He was so sweet. And it made my stomach churn even more.
"You don't do relationships."
He sighed and put his hands behind his head. He stared at me for a second before saying, "I haven't in a long time, no."
"So what does that make me?"
He smiled. "Mine."
I laughed. "Seriously, Mason, what are we doing?"
"Enjoying each other's company."
"Right." I smiled but I felt like crying. Right now we were enjoying each other's company. And when that changed, we were done. When he decided I wasn't fun anymore. I liked when he called me his. I liked the way that sounded way too much.
"Bee, I really like you."
"I really like you too."
He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Then what's the problem?"
"Are you going to get bored with me?" As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I sounded so childish. Of course nothing lasted forever. I knew that better than anyone. I wasn't sure what I even meant with that question. He'd get bored with me eventually, just like Patrick. I wasn't enough.
"That's what you're worried about?"
"I've just never done anything like this before."
"Like this?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "What do you think we're doing?"
I laughed. "I don't know." I put my hand on his hard chest. I just needed to ask him. "Are you seeing anyone else?"
"No."
"So those clubs..."
"I already told you. I haven't been to one since I've met you. You give me everything that I need."
Do I give him everything he needs? How can I, if I don't know what those places are? Is it just sex? Is it shows? Is it more than that? "Can you take me to one?"
"What?" He lowered his eyebrows.
"To one of those places? So I can see it?"
"I'm done, okay? I don't need that anymore. I don't need the money. I've been approaching everything wrong. I just need a big client."
"For the ad agency? Or for the..."
"The ad agency."
"Please, Mason. I want to understand."
He frowned. "Do you trust me?"
I searched his face. Do I? "I mean...do you still send people to them? For money?"
"I'm going to stop. Bee, you have to understand..."
"I need to see it. I need to see what Patrick wanted instead of me. I need to see why you don't do relationships. I need to see what's so great about this thing that I know nothing about." I need to know why I'm never enough.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
I shook my head.
"Fine."
"You'll take me?"
"If that's what you want." He looked pissed. But the expression on his face was fleeting. His frown faded and he gave me a playful smile. "Now make me my breakfast, woman." He lightly slapped my ass.
I laughed and pushed on his chest. "You're the worst."
"A man can dream. How about I make you waffles then?" He kissed my cheek.
"Really? You know how to make waffles?"
"Don't sound so surprised." He rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms.
I propped my head up on my hand. "Well, after you burned dinner the other night..."
"If I recall, you distracted me. Honestly, though, don't get too excited. They're Eggo Waffles. I'm good at using the toaster."
"I knew it."