Page 282 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
City of Sin - Chapter 48
Bee
I grabbed a collared shirt that was lying on the back of a chair in his bedroom and put it on. It smelled strongly of his cologne, which was now becoming my favorite smell. Women in T.V. shows and movies wore men's dress shirts all the time and it always looked sexy. Hopefully I could pull it off. I ran my fingers through my hair and made my way out of his bedroom.
I had been so caught up in Mason earlier that I hadn't even realized how amazing his apartment was. Everything was so clean and new looking. Basically the opposite of where I lived. I stopped at the end of the hallway and stared into his living room. I don't know how my eyes hadn't gravitated to the view before. I walked toward the far side of the living room. Instead of a wall, there was just a sheet of glass that looked out on Central Park and the city skyline around and behind it. The city was so bright. It almost looked like it was still decorated for Christmas. This Christmas was the first one I hadn't gone home to celebrate. I had been so afraid that if I went, I'd never come back. I felt so small looking out at the city below. Any problems I had suddenly seemed insignificant. But maybe it wasn't because I was looking out at the expanse of the city. Maybe it was because of the guy that I was with.
Mason wrapped his arms around me. "You look so much better in that than I do."
I laughed and turned around. I clasped my hands behind his neck and looked up into his eyes. "Your view is amazing. I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful."
"I prefer looking at you."
"Then you don't know what you're missing." I looked back over my shoulder.
He grabbed my chin and turned my face back up to his. "In answer to your earlier question, you were definitely not disappointing." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss against my lips. "And you made me burn dinner."
"Imade you burn dinner?"
"Mhm. I happen to find you incredibly distracting."
I laughed and peered over his shoulder. The living room was open to the kitchen. It had marble countertops and shiny stainless steel appliances. It would have looked like it was out of the pages of a magazine if whatever Mason had been cooking wasn't sitting on the stove, completely black.
"Actually, all I'm really craving right now is ice cream," I said.
"You want ice cream for dinner? What are you, five?"
"It just so happens that I crave chocolate after really good sex." I unwound his arms from around me.
"So, this is probably the first time you've ever craved chocolate after sex then?"
Was he really looking for my stamp of approval too? He had to be kidding. Obviously that was the best sex I had ever had. If I was lucky, Patrick lasted five minutes. Mason and Patrickweren't even on the same sex scale. I innocently shrugged my shoulders.
He leaned down and lifted me over his shoulder.
I laughed. "Mason, I'm capable of walking to the kitchen." I reached down and slapped his ass.
"Yeah, we're not going to the kitchen." He pushed the bottom of my shirt up and kissed my bare ass as he carried me back toward the bedroom.
