Page 5 of Harvest of Love
“I’d love to have dinner with y’all, if it’s not an imposition,”I said timidly, lowering my eyes.
Tommy beamed and tugged me toward the kitchen, announcing pizza and Godzilla night.
But when I glanced back, Manny was still watching me. And in that split second before I looked away, there was heat in his eyes.
Had I imagined it?
My eyes dropped to his lips, so soft and inviting. I looked back up, and the heat was gone.
Definitely imagining things.
I shake off the memory and slide Tommy’s game console back onto the TV shelf. A smile spreads on my lips when I see the cover of the game we’ve been playing lately. I miss him. I wish he didn’t have to go away for weeks at a time. But if I were the mom, I’d want to see him too.
Who am I kidding? If it were me, I’d never let Manny and Tommy go. That’s the truth.
After making sure everything is spotless in the family room, I head to the basement, where Manny still has lots of unpacked boxes. I want to see if I can sort them by category, and hopefully he’ll go through them during Christmas.
Even now, the warmth of that night clings to me, but the silence of the house reminds me where I am—and who I can’t have.
Once I finish organizing the basement, I head upstairs to check the bedrooms, making sure everything feels clean and fresh. Manny deserves to come home to a house that feels cared for.
Before removing the sheets from his bed, a wicked thought crosses my mind. It’s wrong on so many levels, but he’s at work, and there are no cameras in the house.
I checked.
This will just be my dirty little secret.
I know this crosses lines I can’t uncross—but God, I can’t help myself. I peel off my yoga pants and T-shirt. Today’s top is an Eras Tour tee—I’m sure Taylor won’t want to see me pleasuring myself while thinking about my boss in his bed.
I slide under his blankets, instantly surrounded by Manny’s scent—musk and citrus. I inhale deeply, close my eyes, and imagine him stretched out right here.
Does he jerk off in bed? Or is he a shower kind of man? The thought of Manny naked, water dripping down his golden skin, sends a shot of electricity racing through me.
My right hand drifts to my belly, then lower, slipping under my panties. I’m already wet.
What wouldn’t I give for a night with Manny. I bet he’s a generous lover—caring and devoted. The same way he is with everything else in his life.
My other hand teases my nipple as my middle finger slides inside me. A gasp escapes me at the intrusion.Feeling my finger all wet and warm makes me squirm against his sheets.
And then I picture those gray sweatpants. The way they leave nothing to the imagination. I’m sure his cock would stretch me until I see stars.
My pace picks up, rubbing my clit as I insert two more fingers. I’ve touched myself thinking of Manny more than I care to admit, but being here, in his bed, I’ve never felt so keyed up.
“Fuck me, Manny. Fuck me hard,” I pant, not worrying that anyone can hear me.
I push my fingers deeper, my palm grinding against my clit, and I explode. My body arches, then collapses, limp and trembling, a ragged smile pulling at my lips.
“Daisy?”
That deep rumble of his slams me out of my post-orgasm bliss.
Shit.
He’s here. Why the hell is he here? He was supposed to be working.
“In here,” I call before my brain catches up—and immediately regret it.Why did I say that?I’m half-naked in his room, and the air reeks of sex.
I bolt off the bed, grab my clothes, and dart to the ensuite bathroom. My hands shake as I quickly pull onmy pants and shirt and wash my hands. My hair is a mess after I squirmed in Manny’s bed. I try smoothing it down, but it’s hopeless.
