Page 79 of Manny

“Did you two come up with that all on your own?” I reach for his undone tie, pulling on it so he moves toward me.

His eyes dart to Manny briefly. “We came to an understanding.”

“Oh?” I peek at Manny. His eyes flick to mine and he dips his head, his lips brush against mine.

“We did,” he breathes. I love that I do this to him, thatwedo this to him. His touch is warm, comforting, it makes me want more. I’m breathy when he pulls back. I don’t need to look at Bandit to know that he’s got that look on his face that crosses between jealousy and lust. It’s so fucking hot.

“And what understanding is that?” I manage.

Bandit smirks, his eyes darting to Manny. “You.”

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “Me?” I practically squeak.

Bandit tilts my chin up as he bends down. “You sound surprised?”

I can’t hide my smile. “I’m shocked you two managed to come to any kind of agreement.”

“It was easy when it comes to you.” He bends, pressing a kiss to my lips. It’s brief, and he doesn’t deepen it, making me want to pull him closer.

I want to tease him, just like he’s teasing me. “Why’s that? What do I do to you?” I turn to Manny. “To both of you.”

Manny bites down on his bottom lip, addressing Bandit. “Look how pretty she is, how flushed her skin is and we’ve barely touched her yet,” his voice is low.

“Did you see anything you liked on the way here?” Bandit whispers.

I nod. “Two people fucking.”

A wide grin spreads across his face, and it’s just now that I realize he doesn’t smile nearly enough. “Did it turn you on?”

“Not as much as the sight of you two does,” I tell them honestly.

The music surrounding us is exotic and sensual, and when Bandit starts to touch himself, his hands moving up his body, my eyes follow. My breath catches in my chest as he slides the tie off his neck and wraps it around my neck. He pulls me to him, so I’m level right at his dick and fuck me if he doesn’t press it against my face. I feel how hard he is and I groan.

“Does our littlePrincesswant to watch me take my clothes off?” he purrs.

I bite my lip, unable to move as I kiss his dick over his pants. I look up at him. “Yes,Jonah. Yes.”

He glances at Manny, and I marvel at this version of him. He’s unafraid, risque, and doesn’t give a shit if Manny sees him like this. Confidence oozes off him, and it makes me weak at the knees. I reach for my drink, taking a sip as I glance back at Manny. His eyes meet mine.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing his fingertips over my shoulder.

“I’m more than okay when I’m with you two, behaving like this for me.”

“Touch him,” Bandit says. “See if he’s hard for you.”

I close my eyes for a moment. Unable to refrain from staring at Bandit, they flip open again. I slide my hand up Manny’s thigh to cup him between his legs. He’s rock hard, as expected, and the hiss that leaves his throat has me wanting to get naked, and fast. But it looks like the boys want to drag this out, and I’m down with that.

“He is,” I whisper.

“Play with him.”

“Fuck,” Manny whispers.

“Are you going to dance for us, or just stand there?” I stammer.

He sways his hips so seductively, so slow and sexy, that my eyes become hooded when I watch his body move. His muscles ripple, his abs so tight it’s hard to imagine he’s real.

“His body’s amazing,” I whisper to Manny. He’s spread his legs to give me better access. “Isn’t it?” The more these two relax around each other, the easier it’ll be to enjoy it.

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