Page 39 of Manny

“You sound mad about that.”

“Didn’t know you’re into quarterbacks.”

“Wow, someone’s jelly today.” Neither of us has been able to catch up since our rendezvous in Manny’s kitchen, and my vibrator has been working overtime.

“I can’t think why. You keep blowin’ me off.” He turns his head. There’s hurt in his face. For a man who’s been married before, he is really clueless when it comes to women. I’m not going to just jump to his command after months of blowing me off.

“I’ve been busy, I had plans before I met you.”

“I take it you’ll be out late tonight, then.”

I shove him on the shoulder. “I’m not interested in Shep Daniels.”

“He’s a Dallas Cowboy, of course you are.”

“You’re a jerk.” I go to stand. “And you’re getting really annoying, do you know that?”

He side eyes me. “Just tryin’ keep it real.”

“You’re trying too hard.” I stomp off, unable to sit next to him when he’s being a giant jerkface. I don’t know who he thinks he is. Before I know what’s happening, I feel a hand around my wrist. Bandit pulls me toward him.

“Don’t go.”

“You’re too hot and cold. I can’t deal with you when you’re all broody for no reason.”

He looks genuinely puzzled, his eyes flicking down to his feet. I pull out of his grasp, glancing around to see if anyone saw our exchange, but they’re all too wrapped up in Shep to care about what we’re doing.

“I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me.”

“Then stop being a jerk.” I stare at him and bite down on my bottom lip. “And you owe me a set of panties.”

His lips pout for a second and my eyes dip. Jesus, he’s so goddamn hot. He lowers his head to my ear. “I fucked myself with them again after that photo.”

My heart rate accelerates. I’ve been thinking about that dick pic for the last few days and wondering how a man gets girth like that. It’s truly remarkable. The idea that he jerked himself off with my panties sends heat to my core that makes me want to explode.

“Holy shit.”

“I bet you haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about it, have you,Lacey?I bet if I felt between your legs right now, I’d find you slick and wet, wouldn’t I?”

I can’t take this torture anymore. “Jas’s office.” My words are practically a garble, but going up to his room will be totallyobvious to anyone watching. “Let’s see if you can put all that dirty talk into that big dick of yours.”

His mouth parts, and he stares at me in shock. I smirk, making sure I swing my hips as I make my way through the throng of people and toward the back of the clubhouse. Cash, Jas and the twins all have offices, and they’re sure not in use for what I have in mind… Everyone is still too wrapped up in the giant Dallas Cowboy to care about what I’m about to do.

No less than a minute later, I feel Bandit’s hands at my waist as he walks me into Jas’s empty office. It’s dark inside, but I hear him click the lock behind us. “You were sayin’?”

I stick my ass out and grind against his dick as he hisses. “I said; put your dirty talk into that big dick of yours.”

He bites down on the lobe of my ear. “And I told you, you weren’t ready for this dick.”

“Uh, huh, why don’t you prove it?”

“You want me to fuck you over Jas’s desk, like you’re some sweet butt?”

I turn and glare at him. “If it means I get some of your dick, then yes.” I reach up and cup his face, dragging him closer, lifting onto my tiptoes. “I’ve waited too long and I need it,Jonah.”

He growls at the sound of his name, his mouth pressing against mine as our tongues meet, and we both groan at the same time. He’s all hands, shoving at my dress — another wrap style, since I know he’s a fan — it comes loose as he cups my tits and rubs my nipples with his thumbs. I reach between his legs and cup his hard length. Oh, God. It’s so hard.

He groans again. “Get it out. Get my dick out and get on your knees, pretty girl.” I glance to the door. “It’s locked.”

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