Page 139 of Manhattan Secret

He’s onto me now, sometimes he prowls into the kitchen wearing that too-sexy tool belt slung on his narrow hips with just his rattiest pair of faded jeans.

Lachlan has always known how to raise my temperature.

And in our bathroom while we hastily drag sloppy, passionate kisses out of each other, it’s never more apparent why I love him.

He’s steadfast in his job.

He’s a family man at his core and takes care of us so well.

But what he is first and never stops showing me is, my man.

“God, this ass. Wanna wreck it.” he declares, two hands squeezing my butt so he can lift me onto the counter, it’s the only way our height difference works.

“We don’t have time for butt stuff, you horny pig. Just do me fast and now,” I laugh into his mouth. “Need you. God,need you, Lachie.”

Every sound, every touch has me a little more addicted to him.

His passion for me is on full display.

“There’s always time for butt stuff,” he counters, pulling my panties to the side, nightie rucked up around my waist and his shorts pushed down. We have this fast fucking down to a fine art form by this point. “Where’s your vibrator?” He’s already lining himself up to me. Anticipation thick in the air, my knees somewhere near my ears. I chuckle-moan. “No time for toys, baby, just give me your dick.”

“Damn right I will,” he grunts sexily, and when he’s seated inside, I hug both arms around his bare back, feeling how he shudders down that great body of his.

Every single time, this is his reaction, needing a second to let the pleasure go through him. Then he starts to move. It’s exactly like that first night we decided to not use protection at all. Raw and delicious. “Ah, god, Laney. Love being joined to you.”

The danger of being interrupted always does it for us, taking us full circle right back to the first bathroom we were in together.

Sometimes, my wicked husband will take me out to dinner just so he can shove me into a bathroom stall. For old times’ sake, he says.

He proposed to me in California on our first anniversary.Mouse, you wanna marry me?God, those perfect words. We honeymooned all through Europe, eating fancy foods, making love on beaches, laughing and loving for three weeks together in every hotel room we spent in. But this here, in our own bathroom, with Lachie drilling me into the counter, his hand on my hip and the other leaving smears all over the mirror behind me … this here is the best place of all.

Being loved by him is my whole shebang.

Not enough.

Never enough.

I can never get enough of him.

But the feel of him so thick and hard inside me is always my catalyst and in moments he sends me skyrocketing, catching my cry of pleasure in his mouth as he follows me over with a drawn-out grunt.

I’m a mess when he sets me back on my feet, our mouths meeting softly now the initial need has passed. Wishing I could live in the state he sends me to as he smashes orgasms into me. Married sex so much better than bathroom stall sex, hands down.

“I needed that,” I murmur, nuzzling his chest. “It’s been too long.”

All week, to be exact. Between work and Ellie’s activities, we’ve been zonked by the end of the night.

Lachie lifts my head in his hands, tipping my chin up. I instantly see on his face it’s the wrong thing for me to say, because his husband duties, as he calls them, are his top priority. And now inadvertently, I’ve triggered some personal landmine, because his forehead has lost the smoothness of his pleasure and now etched with furrowed lines. His thumb works over my plump-kissed lips.

“Have I been neglecting my wife?”

We don’t lie to each other, so I don’t make silly excuses. Instead, I nestle into his arms and kiss over his chest. “I’ve missed you inside me, is all.”

“Why didn’t you climb me like a tree if you needed me?”

Chuckling, I enjoy the last few seconds of peace before hurricane Elzani runs back into our room. “I was tired, I thought you might just roll on me and do all the work.”

When his hand coasts down my spine, chills following and he roughly grabs my butt, whispering sexily so the noise maker in the other room won’t hear as she calls out for us. “Wait until I get you to Theo’s. Gonna do all the work, baby.”

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