Page 65 of Manhattan Heart

His face closes down and he steps out around me, grabbing one of the white towels to wrap around his waist.

“You shouldn’t be doing that, it’s not good for your heart.”

“An orgasm pushed into my wife would be better, but I make do,” he tells me walking into the bedroom, scrubbing his hair with another towel but not before he absently kisses me on the temple. “Morning, baby.”

“Gray, seriously.”

“India, seriously.” He repeats, annoyingly.

It takes me longer to come down from watching him jerk off then it probably does Gray, who’s already pulled on black underwear and is in the closet selecting sweatpants and a T-shirt.

He’s been working from the home office for a few hours a day but next week is when he’s scheduled to go back to work full time.

I’m nervous as hell about having him out of the house and my sight for that long of a period. I know he’s ready but I can’t help how I feel.

“How often are you jerking off when I’m sleeping?”

“Every day, give or take.”

The shock of it is joined with the spike of arousal.

I love watching Gray get himself off.

We’ve done it together countless times, make it into a game, make it torture and punishment. I love seeing the desire chasing across his face, every raised vein on his body and the rough way he handles himself so much rougher than I do him and then the moment of no return when his gorgeous eyes glaze and he stiffens all over.

He’s beautiful in his orgasms.

I’m oddly betrayed that he leaves our bed to fuck his own hand.

“It’s you, India, who doesn’t want to fuck. My heart is fine, the doctor said so. So unless I want to be a complete animal and fuck you while you sleep, I take care of it.”

It’s not as though we never touch, for god’s sake.

We make out. Like a lot.

We touch and kiss and cuddle and do all that first base shit.

Just the idea of him prying my legs open and notching himself to my entrance while I sleep and moving slowly inside me gives me an all over body shudder.

A tremble he notices.

“You like that? How I’m more beast than man wanting you and I can’t wait for you to wake so I have you soft and bendable under me while you snore.”

“I don’t…” my breath is lost. “I don’t snore.”

He goes on. “How sopping wet my girl would be, has she been dreaming about me fucking her so she’s drenched when I test out her little pussy with my fingers first.”

“Gray…”

“Even now, I’m telling you I’m so fucking turned on I want to take you in your sleep and I can see your nipples so hard, India. Come here to your man.”

We’re only feet apart. He’s breathing roughly and I’m a runaway train of inhalations. I see he’s solid again and I don’t need to push a hand inside my shorts to feel how wet I’ve become.

He’s turned me on so completely, I’m hardly able to stand at all.

India from two months ago would have told him to do that. I would have forced myself to go back to sleep just so Gray could have his dirty way with me and wake me as he pushes me into an orgasm.

Me today though, is rooted to the floor, my brain is galloping with all thosewhat if I break his heartthoughts.

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