City of Sin by Ivy Smoak Read Free Book Online

bred."
    "So I guess you're not very soft then?"
    She was turning my own game against me. I tensed in my chair.
"Baby, I'm rock hard. If you don't believe me, I'd be happy to show
you."
    I saw her gulp. Soon it would be my cock in her throat. She
was staring at me. Her gaze would have been unsettling to other men, but I just
stared back at her.
    The waiter walked over, uncorked the bottle of cabernet, and
poured us each a glass. "Your dinner will be out shortly."

Chapter 10
    Bee
    I crossed my legs under the table. His words had such an
effect on me. I was getting damp between my thighs just listening to him. I
felt like I could hear my heart beating. And his gaze was making me melt. I
took a sip of the wine. It was crisp and refreshing. Hopefully it would calm me
down. I couldn't seem to take my eyes away from his chiseled jaw and the five
o'clock shadow that was starting to appear there. It had just been a long time
since I had been on a date. Or since a man had looked at me the way that Mason
was looking at me.
    "So what did Marie and Carter tell you about me?"
he asked.
    "That you're in advertising." God is he sexy .
"And that you're unbelievably sexy." Shit did I say that out
loud?!
    "Carter called me sexy? That's quite the
compliment."
    "No."
    "Marie then?" He was smiling at me.
    "Yes. I mean no." I didn't want to throw Marie
under the bus. Marie had said he was handsome, not sexy. "I may have added
that part in myself. Accidentally."
    "So you don't think it's true? You don't find me
sexy?" He loosened his tie a bit around his throat. I watched his Adam's
apple rise and then fall as he studied me.
    I needed to change the subject immediately. "What did
they tell you about me?"
    "They told me you were a secretary. Waiting on someone
hand and foot all day? I could get used to that." His leg brushed against
mine, and I felt that same electricity shoot through me as I had earlier.
    "That's not what a secretary does."
    "What do you do then?"
    "I edit memos and make phone calls. And...fetch
coffee." I sighed. He was exactly right. My job was ridiculous.
    "I see. That is quite different than what I said. I do
apologize." His seductive smile sent shivers down my spine.
    Get a grip . I took a deep breath. "I don't really
see why Marie and Carter thought we'd be a good fit." I ran my finger
along the rim of my glass. Patrick was the only guy I had ever really dated.
The dirty way Mason talked made it seem like he was way out of my league. At
least sexually.
    "Well they did tell me one other thing about you,"
he said.
    "And what was that?"
    "That you're kinky as hell."
    "What?" Is this some kind of joke?
    "That you like being tied up and fucked hard for hours.
That nothing gets you off more than being on your hands and knees with a cock
deep in your throat. And that your virgin ass is just waiting to be
claimed."
    What the fuck? Why would Marie say that? She had no
idea what I liked behind closed doors. And I certainly wasn't kinky. Did Carter
say it as a joke? "I don't know why they would have said that." I was
completely mortified.
    "Oh. Sorry, I may have added that part in myself.
Accidentally, of course."
    Desire flooded through my body. He wanted me. I couldn't seem
to get Kendra's advice out of my head. Maybe I did need to get under someone
else in order to officially get over Patrick.
    "Well, if you don't like your job, you must have some
hobbies that you enjoy?" he said.
    The way he changed subjects in a flash was so unsettling. For
the life of me, I couldn't think of a single thing I enjoyed doing. I was just
imagining being tied up in my bed, with him on top of me. I bit my lip.
    "No hobbies, Bee?" He put his hand on my knee to
get my attention.
    Oh God . The feeling of his hand on me made my whole
body alert. "I like to read."
    "That sounds relaxing." He let his foot glide
against my shin. What is he trying to do to me?
    "And what about you, Mason? What's your hobby?"
    He slid his hand up my thigh, to the hem of my dress.