All the Way (Romancing Manhattan #1)(59)

She cries out, her pussy pulsing around me and hips pressing hard against me. I lean one hand on the mirror behind her, unable to stay upright on my own, and come hard inside her.

“You make me crazy,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath.

“Good.” She kisses my chin. “Because you do the same to me. Now we have to take a shower and get dressed because we’re headed to breakfast.”

“We are?”

She nods happily.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s your birthday,” she reminds me. “We’re going to your favorite spot.”

“This birthday thing isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Why did you think it would be bad?”

“Did you hear me when I mentioned that I’m old?”

She rolls her eyes and hops down from the vanity, saunters to the shower, and flips it on, letting the water run to warm up.

“You’re not old. You’re experienced. Life experience is sexy, Finn.”

“I have plenty of that,” I agree. “Do you plan to take that shower by yourself?”

“Hell no, I plan to bring you with me so I can clean you up.”

I cock an eyebrow and cross my arms over my chest, watching her.

“Is that so?”

“Oh, it’s so.” She returns to me and takes my hand in hers. She kisses it, then pulls me in the direction of the shower. “And you’re going to like it.”

“I have no doubt.”



“I need a nap,” I say six hours later. We’ve had a lot of sex today. Went out for breakfast and shopping, wandered the city, enjoying each other. I’m exhausted.

“No naps today, old man,” she says with a laugh, and I narrow my eyes at her.

“Do I need to remind you just how old I am?”

“Hey, you’ve been calling yourself old all day. You can’t sleep. I just remembered that I have to tell you something.”

“Okay, shoot.”

She grins and her eyes are dancing as she sits up on the bed, facing me. She’s excited about something.

“I’m going to fully fund a new show.” She talks quickly, explaining that it’s a show about addiction, written by someone she’s known for a long time. Her passion is palpable. “I know it’s going to be amazing, Finn. The script is stellar.”

“This is exciting,” I reply, nodding. “It sounds like an amazing opportunity if you want to return to the stage.”

“Not in this one.” She shakes her head. “I can’t. It’s too close to home.”

“I can see that.”

“It’s honestly enough for me to invest in it.”

“I’d like to invest in it as well.”

She scowls and sits back. “What? Why?”

“Because it’s important to you.”

“That’s right, it’s important to me.”

I frown back at her. “London, I want to support this with you.”

“I need this,” she replies, and takes my face in her hands. “I’m not shutting you out, I’m telling you that I need this for me. Without you.”

“Feels like you’re shutting me out.”

“Let me have this,” she says. “I don’t need you to come save the day.”

“Keep telling me you don’t need me, sweetheart, and I’ll learn to believe it.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “That’s not what I mean. I don’t need your money to help me fund this. Your support, excitement, and love are so huge to me, Finn. That’s what I need.”

“You have it.”

She leans in and kisses my jawline. “Thank you. Now, I have to give you something, and then we have to get ready to go to your party.”

“I’d rather skip the party.”

“No way.” She shakes her head adamantly. “Quinn and your mom put a lot of thought and time into planning this.”

“Isn’t that weird to you? My mommy planned my fortieth birthday?”

“It’s sweet.” She slaps my arm and I rub the spot, frowning at her.

“Are you always violent?”

She just rolls her eyes and laughs, then disappears in my closet. Seconds later, she returns with a wrapped box in her hands.

“I want to give you your present when we aren’t with the others.”

“All day today has been a gift,” I reply. “I’ve had a great time.”

“Good, that was my goal.” She leans in to press her lips to mine sweetly. “But I can’t let this day go by without giving the man I love a present. So please open it.”

“I wouldn’t want to be rude,” I reply, and tear into the red-and-black paper. I feel my eyes widen at the red Cartier box inside. “London.”

“You’re not done.”

Inside the leather box is a stunning watch. “This is the Flying Tourbillon.”

She nods happily. “I saw you checking it out a couple of times when we were shopping together.”

“London.” I swallow hard, unsure of what to say. This is a ninety-thousand-dollar watch. “I don’t think anyone has ever given me a more perfect, or more expensive, gift.”