All the Way (Romancing Manhattan 1)

“Don’t you watch porn?”

I’m laughing so hard now I have to put the water down or I’ll spill it all over myself. “No, I don’t watch porn.”

“You’re missing out. Okay, how good is he?”

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable giving you the details of our sex life. He’s not a fuck life for me.”

“Don’t give me all the details. Just a couple of them.” She leans in and rests her chin on her fist. “Love sex is much better than fuck sex.”

“Yeah,” I agree with a thoughtful nod. Man, my head is fuzzy. “Although we still fuck. We do both.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yeah. And he likes to carry me around. Like, boost me up on things and stuff.”

“Hot,” she says, fanning her face.

“Totally hot. And he’s really good with his mouth.”

“Gotta love a man who’s good with his mouth.” We clink our glasses and take a shot.

“Cheers to that,” I reply, and then giggle. “So yeah, Finn’s got skills.”

“Good for you,” she says with a nod. My house phone rings. “You’re fancy, with your house phone.”

“I have to have it for the doorman,” I reply, and pick up the phone. “Yello.”

Sasha snorts, and I put my finger up to my lips, telling her to be quiet, but she doesn’t listen.

“Hello, Ms. Watson, Mr. Cavanaugh is here to see you.”

“Oh. Send him up.” I hang up and turn to Sasha in excitement. “Finn’s here!”

“I thought he was in Florida.”

“I did too.” I sit back on my stool at the kitchen island and shrug. “He must have come home early.”

“He missed the fuck life,” she says with a wise nod. “And I can’t blame him.”

“You’re silly.” But man, I hope that’s the case, because I miss him.

Which is silly. He’s only been gone for like thirty-six hours.

There’s a knock on the door, and I hurry over to answer it.

“Hey!” I throw myself in his arms and hug him tightly. “You’re here!”

“I’m here.” He leans back so he can look at me and smiles widely. “And you’re drunk.”

“Tipsy,” I correct him. “And I’m so glad you’re here because you finally get to meet my BFF, Sasha.”

“Well, helloooooo there,” she says, looking him up and down. And who can blame her? I mean, look at him.

“Nice to meet you, Sasha.”

“I get it now,” she says to me with a nod. “And when the salt and pepper starts? Holy fuck.”

“Right?”

“I’m missing something,” Finn says, but I just shake my head no.

“I should go,” Sasha says.

“No, I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening,” Finn says. “I just got back to town and thought I’d stop and say hi.”

“It’s okay,” Sasha replies, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. “I need to call my fuck life. I don’t want to waste this tequila.”

She hugs me, and wiggles her fingers good-bye as she walks out the door.

“Please tell me she’s taking a cab,” Finn says.

“Oh yeah, we don’t drive in the city.”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me softly. “You smell like tequila.”

“That’s because I’ve been drinking it,” I reply, and drag my fingertips down his cheek. “We don’t do this often, but tonight it felt good.”

“I’m glad.”

“That I don’t do it often, or that it felt good?”

“Both.” He kisses my forehead, and even that makes my girl parts tingle.

I giggle.

“What?” he asks.

“You make my girl parts tingle,” I whisper.

“Is that right?”

“You’ve been making my girl parts tingle for some time now.” He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into my bedroom and drops me on the bed. “And I like it when you carry me.”

“I know.” He takes off his suit jacket and lays it on the chair in the corner. “What else do you like?”

“I like how professional you look in a suit.”

His lips twitch, and I want to bite him. Just because.

“Well, that’s good, because I wear them a lot.” He takes off his tie and then unbuttons his shirt and they join the suit jacket.

“I also like the way you look when you’re not wearing a suit.”

He laughs now and steps out of his pants and drops his underwear and he’s standing before me gloriously naked.

And turned on.

“That might have been the sexiest striptease I’ve ever seen.”

“I bet you can do better,” he replies, his brown eyes shining with fun and lust, and I decide to take that bet.

I climb off the bed, push him to sit on the edge of it, and walk a few steps away from him, my back to him. I cock one hip out to the side, my legs spread wide, and cross my arms so I can grip the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

I spin to face him and toss it in his face. I’m just in my bra and shorts now. I do a little dance, moving my hips back and forth, then hook my thumbs in my shorts and turn to the side so he has a profile view of me lowering the shorts slowly down my legs.