Page 32 of Manhattan Secret

I guessed he had a good family. His parents by all accounts are big on donating to the school and always attend every event and meeting. It’s more than obvious Lachlan is spoiled with attention and affection.Plus, the boy drives a damn Escalade. My first car was a crappy Ford, five times owned and about close to death.

He’s still a little punk who’s trying to mess with me.

“Why the hell would I hate you? I’m following you around like a puppy trying to get you to spend some time with me.”

My heart beats wildly.

And I avoid him grabbing my hand because I don’t want it to feel good, to make me ache for more. Not when I’m desperatelytryingto do the right thing. “That can’t happen.”

“Itwillhappen, Delaney.”

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Lachlan

For a little brown mouse, Delaney sure does move fast.

I don’t bother trying to stop her, mainly because I’m a second behind her and I like to watch her little butt. I catch up far too quickly and pull her arm before she’s even a half a block away.

This never happens.

Me chasing a chick, I mean.

If this was all new to Miss Sloan, then me pursuing a woman for attention is unheard of and so fucking confusing but the compulsion is stronger than ever.

Why am I hunting her when she’s told me in umpteen different ways she isn’t interested?

Only, she is. The little liar.

As much as I watch Delaney, she watches me right back.

Those nasty, hungry little stares don’t lie, even if her tongue does.

She looks panicked, wild and irritated when I hold her forearm, half dragging her down the steps into an alcove of someone’s brownstone apartment.

She makesmefeel wild as I drop my head down and soak in her coconut scent wafting off her hair. The same scent that’s taunted me from our night together.

I smell it in my sleep, hungering for her.

“Lachlan. What? You can’t do this.”

Shifting my stance, I cage her in completely. Her wrists trapped in my hand; I shove them above her head. My legs on the outside of hers, making sure she stays right where I want her, my thighs flexing to hold her in place. And my pelvis, thick with fierceness, presses into her soft middle, causing her to gasp.

I feel each one of her breaths battering against my chest, her eyes wilder than I’ve ever seen a pair of eyes before, but not fear.

Nah, Miss Sloan isn’t scared of me.

Miss Sloan is in brush fire heat.

“You want me too. Admit it.”

“Lachlan…” she says softly, her eyes lost their irritation as she arches her neck to look at me. She hasn’t even tried to get her hands free.

Little mouse, oh the bad lies she’s been telling me.

“I would have forgotten you. Eventually. That night was phenomenal, Laney, but I would have chalked it up to a fantasy come true and moved on.”

I don’t know how affected I am by what I’m saying until those rough words come out of me, watching her reaction has my cock aching behind the zipper, “but you had to walk into my school… making me want. Making me hard. Making me fucking crazy, Delaney.”

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