Page 77 of Manhattan Heart

“You know those little assholes love you best, India.”

I huff. Do I?Do I really know that? They’re little attention seeking jerks.

“They abandon anyone they’re with, me included, when you’re home.” He tries to appease.

It’s when I say, “I think we should bring the boys with us next time and not get a sitter,” that Gray cracks up completely, seeing me into the car and I scowl, handing over the big wedge of cake I’ve brought for Joe.

He pulls me onto his lap when he climbs in and kisses the length of my neck. “Ah, baby-girl. Don’t ever change, okay? You are a fucking delight to me, every single day.”

In that moment, with the gravitational pull to my Gray being stronger than the moon with the sea, I burrow into his arms which come around me tightly.

I love his sweetness, even when he’s teasing me.

This is how we are.

I can be soft and mushy with him and even a little territorial over our freaking dogs liking someone better than they like me, and he never ridicules me for it.

With Grayson, I can be myself.

Sometimes neurotic. Fun and always in love with him.

“Josiah, block your ears, please.”

His voice holds a grin, never looking back at us in the rear seats. He’s used to us by now. “Yes, ma’am.”

Ma’am. I’ll ma’am him one of these days when I set him up on a blind date. I saw who he was eyeing up at my party…

The man needs more in his life than driving us around like royalty.

But anyway.

I run a hand into Gray’s hair, he bends his head and groans a little.

My tactile boy. I give his scalp a little scratch knowing he loves that too.

These past two months have felt like we’ve been to hell and back and I for one never want to go through another situation as fraught as that.

I can cope with anything in life but never the possibility of losing Grayson, no matter how slim that chance is, even 000000.1% risk is too big.

A hunger I’ve only experienced for this man thrums in all of my erogenous zones. His heart kicks into an erratic rhythm under my palms. And though I have that split second rush of panic, I’m beginning to relax into knowing his heart is fine and it’s only thumping that way because he’s crazily in love with me too.

I think I’ll always worry.

Gray is my most precious thing, I fear I’ll lose him one day.

But that day isn’t today and I won’t think about it.

Instead, I let my mouth linger over his. He gives me room to entice him, but I see his silvery eyes shining under the moonlight. He takes my breath at odd times. Especially when he’s in an Armani suit.

He’s been fuckable since I watched him walk out of our closet and he’s even more so now that I’m sitting in his lap, feeling a hardness rest against my hip.

“Thank you for my party, baby.” I whisper, nuzzling his plump boy lips back and forth. His hand tightens and brings a moan out of me.

We are so back to our normal, rough, consuming way of loving each other in bed.

The last couple of weeks have blown my mind, we are just that damn good. Doesn’t mean I still don’t want to check his pulse once the orgasms have waned.

I just do it sneakily, even when Gray teases me and climbs on top of me again to prove he’s all man in good working order.

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