Page 18 of Manhattan Heart

India:Sugar D, these flowers are gorgeous. Unless they’re ‘I’m having an affair’ flowers, then I’ll kick your gorgeous, tight ass. Kidding, I’ll fuck you first. I love them and I love you. See you at home. Xoxo

She’s perfect for me.

We challenge each other and love each other deeper than ever.

I just hope she still feels that way after tonight.

I work even harder for the next few hours so I can clear my schedule and get home to my mean girl.

C H A P T E R 6

India

Any time Grayson talks to me, there’s a billion percent chance it will result in me being turned on.

I don’t know why it happens, other than he’s a silver stud and he’s all mine.

I guess his pheromones are just something my body and brain recognize, because one little half smile and the glint in his steel-like eyes and that “Hey, baby-girl,” and my panties are halfway down my thighs.

“Missed you all day,” he says, his mouth following a familiar path down the length of my neck as he holds me close.

His words warm the inside of my chest, causing a tiny bonfire to ignite. My stomach, and lower still start to clench.

I pinch my legs together when between them begins to ache.

My love for this man is mirrored only by my desire for him.

I want and need equally.

And it’s crazy because I only saw him this morning as we kissed goodbye for the workday, not like he’s been away at war for years. My heart doesn’t recognize the difference because it’s clattering happily in my rib cage.

Intense, unrelenting love. It overwhelms me. And we all know I don’t do very well if I get overwhelmed. Only with this, I don’t mind this out of control feeling I get from Grayson.

“Yeah? How much?” This wind down from busy days is my favorite part. Where we stand in each other’s arms like sappy morons and love on each other.

Before I know it, he’s got me sitting on his lap and my mouth hovering over his. “Gray…”

“India...”

I shudder at the low, coarse timbre of his voice and the way his gentle hands move to my hips and become a little rough when he squeezes me right there.

We lock gazes and I swear the deep look in his eyes suspends my breathing. It’s so intense the love he has there for me, that when my breath does come back a few seconds later, it inflates all of my lungs.

He grips the back of my head and kisses me suddenly, shoving his tongue inside my mouth and gives me the manly taste of perfection.

I love when he’s in these moods, this affectionate. Though it can be said of Gray that he’s this way all the time with me. He never has an off day. I’ve known every single day of our life together so far just what he’s thinking and feeling because he tells me, he shows me in so many different, lovely, sometimes depraved ways.

Usually with my clothes off.

Most often with his head between my legs.

And that’s where I think this hot kiss is going—forget dinner, forget needing to shower off the busy workday. I’m wholly in this when I grip the back of his head and fall deeper into his mouth, moaning my protest when we part too soon.

His forehead rests to mine.

I spur him on. “Your sugar wife needs attention. You’ve neglected myneedsall day, Grayson.”

A growl comes out of his mouth and it delights me. Makes me wetter than a summer rain.

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