Page 76 of Manhattan Kiss

Her panicked expression tells me that she’s holding on by a thread.

“Come for me, Aurora.”

Her expression breaks into bliss and the vibrations of her orgasm triggers mine, and I thrust up into her, pulling her deep onto my cock.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She leans over me, wrapping her arms around me as our climaxes soften and float away. I slide my hands up her back, wanting to have her closer than physics makes it possible.

“You’re incredible,” I tell her. But I feel more than I can say. She’s not just incredible, she’s special. She’s more than I thought I could ever know.

She hums her appreciation, pressing a warm kiss to my neck and circling her hips in a way that gets my attention. Unbelievably, I feel my dick stir to life inside her. Jesus, what is this woman doing to me?

In a flash, I flip her to her back, pull off the condom and replace it with a new one, then slide back into her.

“Thank god,” she groans out, like being without my dick inside her was torture.

“You can’t get enough, can you?” I ask, as I lie over her, my body against hers.

She shakes her head.

I know the feeling.

I start to shift and watch as my movements create physical reactions that I can see on her face and feel in her pussy. She’s so slick and wet, and I slide in like she’s been perfectly designed for me.

“I’m so full of you,” she says. “In every way.”

I groan and push into her again.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of this woman beneath me.

TWENTY-FIVE

Aurora

I fiddle with the scarf I have tied around my neck today. It goes with my uniform—which is purposely designed so it doesn’t look like a uniform—but it’s not officially part of the required outfit. I don’t think Avril and Poppy will mind, but I’m not certain. I just know they’ll prefer a scarf to me revealing the gigantic love bite on my neck. I should think of it as a hickey, as I’m in New York.

Last night was intense. Sex with Deacon is always intense, but last night it felt more so. I don’t know if it was because we were in his home or if it was because I’d met Willow, but it felt like things had deepened between us.

Today, instead of feeling like I’m floating, and still soaked in the memories from last night, I feel nervous. Like something is coming to ruin everything.

And I suppose it is. I’m only in New York for another few weeks. And then I’m back to the UK. It’s not like we’re going to survive long distance. I’m going to have to find another job when I’m back in Chilternshire, although I’m pretty sure The Rookery will take me back. I’ve already had a couple of texts from staff complaining that things aren’t good without me. I know they’ve had one person turn down the job and someone from housekeeping is currently filling in.

But the thought of going back there after being at Hotel on Ninth Street doesn’t feel as comforting as I thought it would. It feels flat. Like going back there would be a chore. Something to dread.

Maybe I’ll feel differently in a few weeks. Maybe the novelty of being in New York will have worn off.

I’m just not sure it will.

I love working for Poppy and Avril. I love the atmosphere of the hotel, the welcoming culture of the staff and the fast-paced feel of this city.

Maybe moving to London would be an option for me.

But then, all the reasons to be in the UK—my parents, Darcy, Logan and their children, would be a hundred miles away. I’d be on my own in London.

I head down the main staircase into the lobby and see Avril over by the reception desk. As I step onto the marble floor, she looks up and smiles when she sees me.

“Have you got a moment?” she asks as I approach.