Page 6 of Manhattan Heart

“If you’d let me do a little hacking I can sort out your money issues in minutes,” Sena says. She’d do it too; our little sweet southern belle can hack with the best of them.

It’s me who adds. “Have the job and the man. Good dick is hard to find.”

Gabby looks at me like she’s already considered it. “Okay, topic change and more drinks.”

For the rest of the night we put the world to rights.

Meaning we talk about our men. And bitch about our jobs. And dance our asses off, while Noah’s staff wait on us because we’re with the owner’s wife which affords us VIP treatment and at the end of the night three of our men stalk through the doors.

We see them at once, like the air turns volcanic hot, and craning my whole body over the barrier, my eyes find Gray in a sea of hundreds.

His gait is strong and powerful.

It’s a get yourself seen walk and more than a few dozen women turn to gape at him.

I’ve never had a jealous day in my life until I got with Gray.

At odd times now when we’re somewhere and I see women checking him out, swear to God, if he wasn’t holding my hand at the time, I’m sure I’d go Kung Fu panda on their asses for daring to lick their chops over my man.

My jealous huffs rile Gray something fierce.

In a word, he fucks hell out of me.

His aura calls to my drunken self and I start beaming, that pulse of anticipation starting in my lower belly and I don’t stop until the three guys have climbed the stairs.

There’s just something about Gray that arrests my whole heart.

The same reaction I’ve had since day one.

I don’t care about our fifteen year age gap; I fully believe I’m made for him and him for me.

He brings me calm and I give him wild and in that mix we’re pretty damn amazing together.

Gray Ellison is a knock your panties off at fifty paces kind of stunning.

I’m talking ‘make you a drooling mess’ level of attractive.

Protect your ovaries, ladies. Gray Ellison is walking by.

It’s ludicrous that a man like him actually exists in the human world to drive women out of their horny minds.

Tall and fit, with the perfect amount of lean muscle to him. Every muscle he’s earned from working out six days a week in our home gym. Watching him do those burpee things is orgasm inducing.

Then you add in the few tattoos decorating his upper body.

And his face? Shut the front door. It’s spectacular.

He gets looks wherever we go and Gray doesn’t have a clue, he’s oblivious to the panting bitches he leaves in his wake.

Ronan MacNamara is first on the mezzanine and he sweeps up his ginger girl, equally drunk and giggly, instantly making out like horny teens. He takes Gabby with them to drop her at home. Noah Fierro gets a hold of Sena and those two go up to his private office. “Don’t get more pregnant!” I yell after them. “She’s totally getting knocked up,” I turn to find Gray right there, catching me in his arms. “Hi, Grayson. Are you my taxi?”

God, he’s tasty and smells so good.

I face plant his shirt and inhale, nuzzling him like a bunny.

“You’re shitfaced, baby-girl.”

“Only a tiny bit.”

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