Page 128 of Manhattan Secret

Lachlan:Violent Laney does it for me.

Laney:Just you remember that.

Dinner turns into an event I don’t see coming.

Firstly, the food is amazing. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but, Lachlan has two helpings of everything. But it’s after dinner when the fun starts.

My man-boy helps me do the dishes.

Side by side in the double wide sink, fingers grazing, shoulders touching.

I’m complete static electricity throughout my body and from the grunts Lachie gives off, he isn’t unaffected.

Tonight is the night, I muse, excited.

I’m going to get him on my couch and attack him.

He wants me to work for him, I’m damn well working with lady blue balls.

Lachlan is a sexual creature.

Everything he does is appealing and a turn on. His walk, his voice, the way his muscles in his forearms clench when he reaches for something. The slight lick of his bottom lip, not to mention his eyes. Those eyes speak to me, they whisper the filthiest things and I’m a woman inneedhere.

Everything is going amazing.

I can work to win him back, but why can’t we do it naked?

Naked will work just fine.

He’s talking more to me, we laugh and joke, and I touch him until his fingers are laced through mine seducing me by stroking my digits.

I’m a panting wreck, ready to take my much-earned kiss when my phone rings.

Satan, do not cockblock a blue-balled girl now!

“Teddy, now isn’t a good time,” I inform my brother, watching the way Lachie scans his eyes over my body. I’m only wearing simple white shorts and a slack tank top, but I’m beautiful in his eyes and my skin boils when his hand starts to run up and down my bare thigh.

Oh, boy.

Of course my brother needs bailing out of another scam.

When is he going to learn, seriously? He’s far from dumb and can easily put all that enthusiasm into something legitimate.

“I can’t this month, you know I just moved again. Ask mom and dad.”

It’s then my phone is plucked from my fingers, slack jawed, I watch Lachie flip my phone to loud-speaker.

“Teddy, is it? You got Lachlan here, Laney’s man.”

Okay, swoon.

Apart from him taking over my call, which is kinda rude, I’m too busy with my cheeks aching from smiling so wide to be pissed off at him.

“You gotta stop asking your sister to dig you out of your messes, man.”

“Laney?”

“Yeah, Teddy, I’m still here. It’s Lachie, I told you about my boyfriend, remember?”

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