Page 125 of Manhattan Secret

“Lachie…” I whine, imploring him with my eyes.

Dying to climb into his lap and kiss him to death.

“Laney…”

I keep trying. I’ll always keep trying.

The following day I stay in touch by text while I find a house to live in, organizing all the necessary adult things that go with it.

God, I miss him though.

And from the fast way he replies, not even leaving it a minute before his messages appear on screen, he might miss me too.

Laney:I think we should try sexting.

Lachlan:Give it your best shot, shy girl.

Laney:Me???? I thought you’d start…

Lachlan:Baby, you’d be a wet, sticky mess in seconds if I sexted you.

Lachlan:Shivering, with your fingers dripping with your own juices, unable to get them inside as deep as I fit.

Lachlan:You want to sext? You start it. Work for my dick, Laney. Show me you need it, want it, crave it back inside you.

Laney:You are a cruel, unjust, unkind boy.

Lachlan:Don’t forget unforgiving.

Laney:I think you forgive me, Lachie. You just like to see me sweat.

Laney:It used to be me sweating on top of you when I was riding it hard until I couldn’t even scream.

Laney:You used to like me sweating when I was frantically tearing open your pants and you’d sit there laughing at my desperation.

Laney:I’m going to ask this guy next to me in the café for tips on sexting. Stand by, Fierro.

Lachlan:Don’t you dare mutter one sex word to another guy. I mean it.

Laney:Why not?

Lachlan:Your words, your shivers, your screams and juices are mine. Whether I take them back or not, those belong to me.

Laney:I was never going to ask a stranger anything, baby. But it feels nice to hear you’re still possessive. It gives me hope.

Lachlan:You’ve given me a hard-on. I gotta sort it out.

Laney:JUST. YOU. Lachlan. No girl’s hands.

Laney:Or mouths.

Laney:Or pussies.

Lachlan:You covered all the bases.

Laney:You can think of me though. Down on my knees, draining you of energy, making you sweat and swear.

Lachlan:Now who’s cruel?

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