Page 136 of Manhattan Secret

I’ve been thinking of going down on her all the way through my exam.

The exam I know I’ve aced, no problem. So fucking easy I can think about giving my girlfriend head during it.

She’s home, because I hear her giggle.

She isn’t naked.

She also isn’t alone.

Her two best friends grin at me from the sofa.

My Laney’s face is red as a tomato, grinning over at me with half of that perfect fucking face covered with her hand.

Now if I were the type of guy to let shit like this embarrass me, I might have felt shame. But I’m not that guy, so I don’t give a fuck they know I’ve come home to fuck my woman.

I stride over, grasping Laney’s chin in my hand, “kiss, mouse,” tipping it up to take it.

“Hello, troublemakers.” I tell her friends. I forgot Priya and Cali were in town for the weekend. My girl has been beside herself excited for weeks.

“No sex, then?” I smirk at Laney who blushes harder and whacks my chest. “Lachie, behave.”

“Oh, don’t mind us, go bang her brains out, we’ll pretend we’re not here,” Priya informs.

Before Laney can choke on her lemonade, I laugh and catch her up in my arms. “I think my girl would stab me if I tried. But I do need to have a minute with her. Won’t be long, ladies, then I’ll make food.”

“Good looking, comes home in the middle of the day for sex and he cooks. My husband is going to listen to one hell of a lecture when I get home.” Cali remarks, as I head off down the hallway with Laney in my arms, her hands wrapped around my neck. My favorite place to have her is like this, against my chest and her legs around me.

Preferably naked with her writhing, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Once in the kitchen I sit her little butt on the counter, shoving myself between her legs, to show her what she’s missing, then I kiss hell out of her, seeing as I can’t have the intimate kiss I want just yet.

“How did it go?” She asks after a minute, our faces close.

“Nailed it.”

“Of course, my genius boy. So proud of you. I missed you all day, Lachie.” And then it’s Laney who goes after my mouth—my tongue, like a tiny serial killer.

Will it always feel like this?

Will kissing her always set my insides on fire?

Fuck yeah, it will.

Laney and I have some wicked, out of this world chemistry and it grows daily.

I don’t know how my dick hasn’t fallen off yet with the amount of use it gets.

My tornado of a girlfriend uses me savagely hardcore.

“Love you,” I murmur, seeing her eyes bright as stars as she silently loves me back. “Gonna get a shower, then I’ll throw some stuff on the grill for you and the girls.” I’m playing taxi driver for them tonight. No way am I having my girl out in the clubs, having a good time with her girls, and not get home safely.

Plus, when my Laney is drunk, she gets horny than usual and there are a lot of restrooms in the club they’re going to.

I have plans for her later.

Dirty plans.

“That smirk tells me you’re up to no good, Lachlan.”

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