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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.”
