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

loved every bit of it, arching my spine and scratching up the paintjob, begging for more.
    Mason gripped my hips and took my body for his own, using me to pleasure his own cock.
    “You like that?” he asked roughly.
    I moaned helplessly, rippling with sensation. “Yes.”
    His fingers curled around my front and over my clit where he rubbed me, just short of too hard. “How about that?”
    “God, yes,” I groaned.
    In seconds, I clenched around him and came, my voice jerking out of me with every brutal thrust of his cock. He kept his fingertips over my clit, kept fucking me, and the oversensitivity started to hurt.
    I gasped, ready to pull his hand away from me, but he bit into the back of my neck, telling me, “You’re gonna come again.”
    He didn’t let up at all, and I was arching, half to get away and half to get closer. The pain felt like pleasure, the pleasure like pain. My every nerve ending was on fire. I was a barely lucid mess, senselessly begging Mason to keep fucking me even as I could hardly keep my legs under me anymore.
    Mason held me around my waist, angled his thrusts perfectly, and sent me over the edge again.
    “That’s it,” he told me, his voice losing its steadiness now. “That’s it, baby.”
    I cried out one last time, trembling incoherently, unable to take any more of this, and Mason finally came, his cock held deep inside me until he was spent.
    When he released me, I slumped against the hood of the car, my face smushed against my forearm.
    “Good god ,” I said hoarsely.
    Mason tossed the condom into the trees, still somehow standing.
    “You okay?” he asked smugly, and I rolled over right there on the car to look at his pleased little smirk.
    “Not bad,” I drawled.
    “You look like you’re struggling a bit, there.”
    “Shut your face.”
    He reached down to grab my wrist and pull me up into his arms. I was slack, trusting him to hold me up. He may have just given me a taste of the hitman, but he was Mason through and through in how he held me close.
    I leaned up to kiss him, a sated and lazy kiss that sent warmth all through me.
    Mason pulled me off my feet and walked to the passenger side of the car, setting me down there and opening it up so I could climb inside.
    I slumped in the seat, exhausted. This whole night had felt like a powerful release, and I was better for it, much of the tension I’d been holding in my body just dissipating.
    Mason climbed in and started the engine and got back on the road.
    I switched on the radio and tuned up the volume until the music was blasting out, tossing Mason a carefree grin that he returned.
    If things could always be like this, like we were kids again, sneaking off and having sex in the car, driving around listening to too-loud music…
    But they couldn’t, could they? My smile felt melancholy. Here, we felt like the only two people in the world, but out there people wanted to hurt Ethan and take Mason away all over again.
    I reached over and took his hand, squeezing it briefly, just wanting to touch him.
    Mason chuckled. “I’d better get you back home.”
    It sent a stab of disappointment through me. I knew it couldn’t be any other way, though, and I told him, “Okay,” and let the motions of the car lull me into a kind of peace.
    Having him inside me had made me feel less on edge. Sharing memories had been nice, too. Mason’s company had gone from rage-inducing to a thing I craved in such a short period of time, and I did worry how far this would end up going.
    Justin’s warnings hit me again.
    Driving under the moonlight, Mason’s silvery profile relaxed and sated, I knew I was being foolish. I knew I shouldn’t be letting myself fall into these kinds of feelings.
    There was so much at stake, so much danger. I was walking down a bad road.
    The scary thing was that I just couldn’t find it in me to care.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
Mason
     
    I waited, slumped on Taryn’s sofa with my elbows against my