Page 78 of Manny

“So sexy,” I whisper. I can’t hear her moans of pleasure, but I can see them. We watch as he stands, pulling her over the loveseats so they’re sideways. He bends her and spreads her asscheeks, then slides his cock inside. He rams into her hard and fast.

Manny’s hand rises to my breast, cupping it. “Is this okay?”

“Play with them.”

He chuckles, resting his drink on the ledge next to us, his other hand cupping my other breast. He tests their weight, then rubs his thumbs over my tight nipples. I groan, not even caring if anyone hears; the music is too loud, anyway. He fondles me, his teeth grazing my neck as we watch them fuck. I feel how hard he is, and I remember how beautiful he looks naked.

Still, I know tonight is not about me, it’s about my boys. “Is he here?” I manage, my head lolling back onto his shoulder.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

He trails his tongue up my neck. “VIP room. This was all his idea.”

“Shit, Manny. Is he gonna give us a lap dance?”

He chuckles. “I certainly fuckin’ hope not. I’m ready to blow just watchin’ you watchin’ this.”

“It’s so hot.”

“Not as hot as you.”

He pulls on both my nipples, and even though we’re in public and it’s dark, I want him to get my tits out and play with them as we watch.

“Mmmm.”

“Your sexy moans are making me leak in my pants.”

“Manny, I can’t last,please.”

He turns my head, his mouth finding mine as we kiss. His tongue softly coaxes mine and we get lost in a dance I never want to come back from. I’m lost. He smells fucking divine; masculine, but also like cookie dough. I love it.

“Patience,Princess.”He pulls back, turns and downs his champagne, discarding the flute on the ledge. “Let’s go. He’s waiting.”

He’s waiting. Oh, God.

I’m so turned on, I’m soaked. Embarrassment flushes my cheeks as we keep walking, passing couples looking into rooms. Some are making out, some look like they could be having discreet sex the way their bodies are moving.

Manny’s hand on my back makes me feel so safe. We get to a back room blocked off, Manny flashes the card again and the beefy man at the door lets him through.

He seems to know where he’s going, either that or he has instructions. I swallow hard, so turned on. It’s like every nerve in my body has become a live wire. Then, we move over to a mesh curtain, the number above on a plaque, and Manny pulls me inside. It faces a bar where couples sit around, talking, making out, but no sex is taking place out in the open.

As we step inside, Manny kisses my knuckles. “You look so pretty.”

I smile, his words warming my heart. A few moments later, he’s pulling me onto a very comfortable looking couch laid with soft cushions. A bartender hovers in the entryway, a tray of champagne in his hand, and Manny lifts from the couch to grab two more glasses. I don’t want to be drunk for this, but the bubbly liquid is taking some of the edge off. Manny sits and hands me the flute. I take a small sip as he leans into me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

Then a door at the side opens and Bandit appears. He’s wearing… a suit, the shirt open at the nape, his tie hanging either side. This was one of the outfits he wore the time we saw him at The Vault XL. My spine tingles with how hot he looks. A little disheveled; his usually neat and tidy hair is messed up a little. The tattoos covering his entire body peek out betweenthe glimpses I catch in the dim light. He stalks toward me and I almost drop my champagne flute. Is he…is he going to perform?

I steal a glance at Manny, and he’s transfixed. I mean, how could anyone alive not be? Bandit has a look on his face that spells lust personified. He has a primal glint in his eye that gives me goosebumps. The thunder that rolls off him has me panting, wanting to touch him.

“You’re late,” his words are brusque as his eyes dart down to Manny’s hand on my leg. My dress is super short, and boy am I glad I wore it now because his gaze rakes over me hungrily.

“What are we doing here?” I whisper.

His lips twitch. “What do you think you’re doin’ here,Princess?”

There’s that word again.

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