Page 61 of Manhattan Secret

I sent him my very first dirty text last week … I died a thousand shameful deaths, but he said it was the best text he’s ever gotten. The way he pushed his hand under my skirt the moment I climbed into his car let me know he liked it a lot.

“God, Laney, please. Yeah.Fuck.”

All I’ve done is drop to my knees and fist out his hard shaft and he’s already groaning. It’s too easy to make him grunt, but for the next couple of minutes I get into making him feel good, smiling as he curses and pleads, his two hands gripping tightly on the countertop behind him. Only when he starts shoving his hips into my face do I give him one last lick and pull from his cock. Leaving it angry red and wet—bobbing in front of my face, before I climb back to my feet, meeting his incredulous blink as I wipe the corner of my lip saucily.

And I march down the hallway.

“What the hell, mouse. Get back here,” he rumbles, leaving me smiling to myself. He stalks after me.

I hold my hand out before he reaches me. “Back up, Fierro.”

Frown lines mar his otherwise perfect face. The fact that he’s sulking delights me and I hide my grin. “Laney, what the fuck? You can’t stop now. Get your mouth back around my cock and finish what you started.”

He sounds desperate,deprived.

Unrestrained.

Delicious.

Finally. The arrogant prince is melting under the heaviness of his desire and I’m giddy with power watching it happen.

It’s good to see it isn’t only me who’s affected in dangerous ways.

“It’s not nice to be teased is it?”

“I never…” He growls, eyes flashing hotly, churning my stomach into a hot ball of need. Maybe I’ve misfired with this one because now I’m wet and aching for him as I walk backwards into the bedroom, Lachie stalking me.

His blue-blue eyes fall shut on a harsh exhale.

When they open again, he’s undeniably wild.

The lines of his face turn sharp, wolfish. Every muscle coils to spring at any moment. He wants to fuck me so bad right now, I can taste it deep in my stomach.

“Delaney…” he warns darkly; predator steps bring him closer to me.

I shiver excitedly.

I hold the upper hand and I’ve never felt so powerful in all these weeks.

“You undo me, Lachie.Completely. I’ve broken rules…” I start to kick off my Vans, unbutton my pants. His heavy-lidded eyes don’t miss a thing and his accelerated breathing is the sexiest, hottest sound. “I’ve told lies and done things no decent woman would ever do.” I whisper on an honest breath. “You make me ache and need things—need you.”

I want a future with him, I admit to myself. I want the fairytale of being loved by him, finding happiness in his eyes and his arms.

But that can’t be.

All we have is right here, this second together.

This hot moment is ours.

“And I don’t regret any of it, Lachie.” His eyes flare at my confession.

Tackling me to the bed in a swift move, making me howl with giddy laughter, he kisses all over my face, down my neck, capturing one nipple to suck hard and send pleasure between my legs.

“No regrets, baby.” He agrees. And then turns his signature smirk on me as he begins to peel me out of my clothes. “Let’s play teacher and student.” Oh, god. “I have lessons to teach you, mouse.”

And he does.

Hours and hours. My bedroom is our sanctuary, making love to each other until there’s no energy left. Only panting breaths and no regrets about anything we share.

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