Page 287 of Manhattan Bossholes

“Are you wet?”

“What do you think?”

He chuckled, low and husky, reaching around me to circle my clit with his fingers. I bucked back against him. He kissed the side of my neck.

“You locked the door, right?”

“Yes, but you still have to be quiet.”

I gave a breathy little moan as his lips were replaced by teeth.

“Can you be quiet, Hellcat?”

I nodded.

“Just in case these walls are thin. Wouldn’t want to scar the neighbors,” he teased, rubbing a little harder, just the way I liked it. I gasped, biting down on the sound at the last second.

“Good girl,” he said, grinding his hips against my ass. “Just like that.”

He slid deep inside me, rocking in and out. I braced my forearms against the counter, my legs trembling at the delicious friction. It was taking everything inside me not to mewl like a cat in heat.

Trent’s fingers dug into my waist, his thrusts growing more erratic. It was a fast, hard fuck, neither of us having the patience to draw it out any longer, but it was just as good as every other time. Maybe it was even better, the threat of getting caught driving me a little crazy. I reached between my legs, rubbing at my clit until I fell headlong into my orgasm, seizing up around him. I could feel my muscles pulsing around his cock, pushing him over the edge too. I basked in the way he cradled me against him in the aftermath.

“How was that, Hellcat?”

“So fucking good.”

It was well into the evening by the time Trent dropped Stacy and me off. We stumbled into my apartment to debrief, both of us collapsing on my couch, too tuckered out to move any further.

“I don’t understand why I’m so exhausted. I didn’t have to wrangle any of the kids.”

“I think they siphon energy,” Stacy teased. “Like little, adorable leeches.”

“Speaking of adorable,” I said. “Vincent and Piper’s daughter.”

“Oh my God!” Stacy said. “I know. I want a Violet of my own.”

We both grew quiet. It had been a good day.

“I couldn’t help noticing that you and Trent mysteriously disappeared together for a while.” I looked over, and she waggled her eyebrows at me. I flushed bright red, but Stacy just laughed. “I’m glad you two are having a good time together. I’ve never seen you smile like that for anyone.”

“What are you talking about? I smile like this for you all the time.”

She nudged me with her shoulder. “I’m serious.”

What could I say? It had been a really good day. I know Trent and I had started this by playing pretend for Nana Dee, but it didn’t feel like pretend any more. “I’m surprised you noticed anything the way you were staring at Dominic the entire afternoon.”

Now it was Stacy’s turn to flush. She put her hands to her cheeks. “I literally felt like I was floating all afternoon. He’s just…He’s so wonderful. And the way he treats Hailey. I’ve never met a better man.”

I was glad they were hitting it off. I knew how nervous Stacy had been this morning. “Do you think things are moving in a good direction?”

She drummed her fingers against her lips. “Well, I really like him. And Hailey is just the sweetest.”

“She really loved the dress,” I said. “So there was no need to worry about that.”

Stacy smiled. “She was thrilled, wasn’t she? And she warmed up to me faster than I expected. I know we need to move slowly. The divorce is still pretty fresh, and Hailey’s so young. I don’t want to make this process any more complicated for Dominic. But he doesn’t seem to be pushing me away. So, in terms of a direction, I guess I feel…” She inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly. “Hopeful.”

“You’re always hopeful,” I pointed out. I don’t think Stacy knew any other way to be.