Hitman's Secret Baby: A Bad Boy Romance by McKenzie Lewis Page A

tonight?” he asked slyly. “Finish what we started at the diner?”
    “No,” I said honestly.
    Mason frowned, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Then why? Tell me.”
    The intensity of his gaze caught me off guard. I didn’t know if I could lie to him, and my mouth moved before I was fully ready.
    “Because I wanted to spend time with you.”
    His features went slack and he blinked. Quickly, Mason shook his head, making a fist in my hair and pulling me in for a brutal kiss that stole my breath away.
    He broke away, murmuring against my mouth, “Get on your knees.”
    My breath hitched. I swallowed, spit flooding my mouth at the thought, and I slipped off Mason’s lap and to my knees in the cramped foot well, pulling at his button and zipper and freeing his hard cock.
    I knew he was big, but up close I realized just how big. It didn’t scare me—it thrilled me.
    I stroked him with my hand, wet my lips, and took the head of his cock into my mouth.
    He threw his head back against the headrest and groaned. I looked up at him from my knees, slowly moving my mouth down to take as much of him in as I could manage, watching his eyes slam shut and his teeth sink into his lower lip in pleasure.
    It felt good to have this kind of power over him. A killer of countless men and I had him melting in my mouth. It was intoxicating, a terrible addiction, and I slid my tongue around the head of his cock, sucking soft kisses down the shaft.
    “That’s good,” he moaned, his hand so gentle in my hair. I reeled from the praise, taking more of him into my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat. “God, Taryn.”
    I hummed around him, slurping back up and taking him right back down again. What I couldn’t reach, I stroked with my hand, and it wasn’t long before his thighs were tensing.
    “Stop,” he told me.
    I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, looking up at him through my lashes. “Tell me what you want.”
    He growled again, tugging me upwards. “I want to fuck you.” He opened the car door, the muggy air hitting us, and climbed out, pulling me with him. “Spread yourself out over the hood.”
    I had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning. His voice was low and rough, sending heat flooding between my legs.
    I did what he said, standing at the front bumper and bracing my palms against the hood, still warm from the engine. I was bent over it, my skirt pulling up with the position and my ass in the air for him.
    He stopped somewhere behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see him taking me in.
    I caught his eye and he grinned wolfishly. “Damn hot, Taryn.”
    His scrutiny was intense and my elbows locked, my arms trembling where they held me up. I ached to be touched, throbbing between my legs, but still he looked and looked, raking his eyes over my vulnerable position.
    Suddenly, I felt him grip my ass cheek, his fingers sliding underneath my clothes. “I’m gonna nail your tight little pussy,” he promised, stretching over my back to nip at the nape of my neck with his teeth.
    “Please,” I begged. God, I wanted it. He was driving me crazy.
    “You’ll have to beg prettier than that.”
    He pushed up my skirt, kneading my ass and dragging his denim-covered cock against me. It was rough, scratching at his zipper, and I loved it.
    “Please, Mason,” I whimpered, almost a sob. “Please, please fuck me, I want it so bad.”
    “That’s nice,” he praised, stroking my back. I heard him fumbling the fastenings on his jeans and my heart kicked up in anticipation. “That’s real nice.”
    His voice was like a purr, the car was hot under my palms, and the air was sticky on my skin. I was overwhelmed, and when Mason merely moved my underwear aside and pushed his cock into me, I felt like a million live wires were sparking under my skin.
    This version of him was merciless; he didn’t start slow or seem to care at all about whether or not I was okay.
    He pounded into me, stroke after hard stroke, and I