Page 133 of Manhattan Secret

It’s me he’s naked for.

Hard for.

I smile to myself and shiver, relaxing boneless into the bed, widening my legs for him.

“I like wherever your mind just took you, baby.”

“It took me to a place only you take me to.” I watch how he enjoys my words.

A hand circles the front of my throat.His place.

He notches his shaft just a tiny bit inside and already I become mindless, arching my back from the bed, eager … so in our desire to feel him all the way inside me again.

Lachlan’s breath coasts over my cheeks; his grunt is a song I want to listen to on repeat. “Ah, fuck,” is even better.

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” I plead.

“Impatient little mouse. I have four months of backed up fucks to take out on this body, so you better say your prayers now. I’m a fucking horny man ready to screw you into next week or until one of us dies.”

Then he shoves forward inside me, causing my eyeballs to take a heady roll into the back of my head, almost making me miss exactly what he’s said.

Wait…

“Lachie…you haven’t… with anyone else?”

The hand around my throat tightens. I love how good and safe I feel, flexing his fingers, he rolls his hips down. We both groan together.

“I had the best, Laney, my dick doesn’t want anyone else. I had to choke it out every night just to stay sane,” he says it so forlorn I start laughing hysterically happy and only catch my breath and sanity when he begins pumping me harder.

“My poor sexless boy,” I beam up at him, stroking my hands all over his hard chest and bumpy abs. His tattooed shoulder rippling when he braces himself over me to better give me the pounding he needs. “You ass. You had me warning off every girl on campus like a clingy bitch.”

He smirks, bearing down hard.

God, I am so close, so fast.

“If you tell me you let someone else inside this pussy, I’ll ruin him.” He growls and I believe him. My love for him is astronomical. When he starts moving me up the bed with the force of his thrusts—hard encased with my wet silk, he grunts, telling me how good I feel.

“I love you,” I breathe, cresting again. “My vagina loves you more.”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He rasps near my ear and goes to town on me.

We are far from done.

All through the night, Lachie rolls me over, getting me on top of him, kissing the breath out of me, worshipping his mouth between my legs.

I strain backwards “Oh, god… baby…I don’t think I can.”

If anyone had told me this position was possible, I would have laughed in their faces. But here I am, braced, with my back to his chest, he has my feet balanced on the edge of the bathroom vanity and his delicious cock starts its plunge inside me. The back of my head rests on his shoulder, moaning—clinging to his forearms. He’s holding my butt to keep me up.

If I fall flat on my face, I will kill my boy.

Oh, god. But the sight in front of us is indecent and sexy.

“You can, baby,” he grins against my ear, I hear it in his sex-soaked voice, looking like the sexy devil himself, staring back at me with love in his eyes. “You’re gonna watch in the mirror as I take you. See how deep I go.”

And I do.

And Lachie doesn’t drop me.

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