All the Way (Romancing Manhattan #1)(48)

Finally, he stands and replaces his talented mouth with his talented cock.

Thank the good lord.

“I can’t stay away from you,” he says as he grips on to my shoulders and fucks me hard from behind. “I came home early because I need you, and that hasn’t happened to me before, London.”

“So glad it happened,” I pant, and reach under me so I can touch his balls as he thrusts in and out. He groans, and I feel his balls tighten.

He’s close.

I bear down, squeezing around him, fondling him, and smile in satisfaction when he groans and pushes fully inside me, grinding as he comes harder than he ever has with me before.

He slaps my ass, something that I’ve discovered I really love, and we climb up on the bed to collapse in a happy heap.

“So glad it happened,” I repeat.

“Did that sober you up any?” he asks.

“Oh yeah. I’m only a little fuzzy now.” I roll over to him and take over my favorite spot on his chest. “That might have been the best sort of drunk sex in the history of the world.”

“I won’t disagree with you.”

I kiss his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too, baby.”





Chapter Thirteen

~Finn~


It’s quiet at work today. I don’t know if it’s a full moon, or a new moon, or if Venus is in the house of the rising sun, but I’ll take it. London’s been gone for roughly twenty-four hours. I’ve never missed anyone the way I do her.

I’m a lovesick kid for the first time in my life. I always gave my buddies shit for being lovesick, but now I get it.

I open my laptop and start a search for real estate in L.A. just as Quinn and Carter walk into my office like they own the place, because they do, and have a seat.

“What’s up, guys?”

“We haven’t seen much of you lately,” Carter says, and crosses one ankle over the opposite knee.

“So you thought you’d just randomly come in my office?”

“We could do lunch,” Quinn says. “What are you looking at over there?”

“Real estate.”

“You just bought that condo,” Carter replies.

“And I’m keeping it,” I say. “But I’m considering something in L.A.”

They’re quiet, too quiet, so I glance up to find them both staring at me like I’ve gone off my rocker. “What?”

“You want to move to L.A.?” Quinn asks.

“No, not full-time anyway. But London’s going to be working there, and if this film does as well as everyone thinks, she’ll be working out there more and more. Having a place would be much better than living out of a hotel room.”

“You can rent a house,” Carter suggests.

“Real estate isn’t a bad investment,” Quinn says, and I nod.

“Exactly. It would be an investment property that we use when London’s on set.”

“We?” Carter asks, and leans forward. “Finn, we have a firm to run here.”

“And as you know, I can do a lot of the work remotely.”

“Not all of it,” Carter counters. “We can’t just have you jetting off to follow your girlfriend around. I mean, I’m as romantic as the next guy, but this just doesn’t make sense.”

“Have I let either of you down yet? I spend months away every year; the difference is now I have a woman that I care about with me. There won’t be a problem with my work ethic.”

“We’re not questioning your work ethic,” Quinn adds. “But this is a different level of commitment. It’s different if she’s here, but if you’re planning on being gone, even twenty percent of the time, that leaves a lot on us, and I’m not sure I’m okay with that.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, and rub my fingers over my mouth in frustration. “Are you saying I should be apart from her for months at a time?”

“I’m not suggesting anything.” Carter sits back with his hands up in surrender. “I’m just concerned, that’s all.”

“Well, if this becomes a problem, we will say something,” Quinn says, watching me closely. “Whether you like it or not.”

“I would expect nothing less. What do you think of this?” I spin the computer so they can see it. “It’s in West Beverly Hills.”

“Have you talked to her about this?” Carter asks.

“No.” I look up and pause. “Maybe I’ll surprise her.”

“Don’t do that,” Carter replies, shaking his head. “Women like to pick out their own place. Choosing it for her is a recipe for disaster.”

“I agree,” Quinn says. “I wouldn’t want someone to just choose a house for me. And I know a woman will want to get what she considers to be her style.”

“I think that goes for anyone,” Carter adds.

“She’s under a lot of stress already,” I say, sounding reasonable to my own ears. “I can take this off of her plate and just handle it. So all she has to do is take a suitcase and move right in. We’re not leaving New York, so we won’t have to pack everything we own. I’ll buy new stuff.”