All the Way (Romancing Manhattan 1)

We stay for another hour, talking about specifics, more contracts, timelines, and then Fiona checks the time and has to run. But we both leave the meeting feeling excited and optimistic.

It feels good to support something that my parents would also be proud of.

I stand and throw my trash away, and when I turn to walk home, a man walks down the intersecting block, and again, I’d swear it’s Kyle.

“It’s not,” I tell myself. “He’s just on your brain lately.”

I shrug it off and walk home, arriving just before the sun starts to set. I can tell that summer is beginning to wind down because it gets dark earlier every day. But I love fall, with the trees turning color. It’s beautiful here then.

But I’ll be in L.A. I don’t think the trees turn the way they do here. At least it’ll be warm.

Maybe I’ll rent a place with a pool so I can sit out and take advantage of being in the warm weather later into the year. That’ll be awesome.

“Hello, Miss Watson,” the doorman says with a smile. “You’ll want to check in at the desk. Something arrived for you earlier.”

“Thanks,” I reply, and walk up to the receptionist at the front desk. “I’m London Watson. Did something come for me?”

“These beauties,” she says with a smile, pointing to the huge bouquet of red roses on the desk. “They smell amazing.”

“I bet they do,” I murmur, and pick them up, surprised by how heavy they are. Once inside my condo, I pull the card out of them and open it.

L—

Just thinking about you today.

Love,

Finn

He might be the sweetest man ever conceived. He’s thoughtful, and protective, and those are things that I don’t have a lot of experience with. Sometimes I think he oversteps a bit, but I have a feeling that gift giving is his love language.

And who am I to say no?

The flowers are stunning, and they do smell divine. They make my place look happy.

I shoot Finn a text to thank him, and then walk into my bathroom to take a shower. I pause in the doorway, frowning.

I don’t think I left the blow-dryer on the vanity this morning. In fact, I know I didn’t because I didn’t wash my hair yet today.

But there it is, on the counter, plugged in.

I shrug and put it away. Maybe Finn used it?

Or maybe I’m going crazy.

I roll my eyes and start the shower, then walk into my closet to find some clean clothes. With the film, my relationship with Finn, and worrying about Kyle, I swear I’m losing my mind sometimes.

Chapter Sixteen

~Finn~

Someone is running their hands all over my sleepy body, making it come awake and want her.

Right now.

I open one eye and smile at the sight of London’s dark hair spread over my abdomen. Her white skin against my dark. Her lips pressing to my flesh, leaving openmouthed kisses down my body. Her small hand wraps around my dick, and I can’t pretend to be asleep anymore.

I rock my hips as she slowly pumps up and down, making me even harder than before. Her eyes glance up to mine, and she grins, before sinking that sexy-as-fuck mouth over the head of my cock.

Sweet mother of God, she’s good with that hot mouth of hers.

“Holy fuck,” I growl, shoving my fingers in her hair and holding on. Her lips pucker, gripping on to my sensitive skin, sucking just hard enough to make my damn eyes cross.

She licks down to my balls, down the crease of my thigh, and then, with the happiest smile on her gorgeous face, climbs over me, and sheathes me in her hot, wet pussy.

“Good morning,” she whispers, and leans down to kiss me. “I couldn’t wait any longer to wish you happy birthday.”

“Best birthday ever.”

I grip on to her hips and watch as she moves slowly, rocking back and forth. She plants her hands on my chest, leaning on me. Her breasts are firm and high. Nipples tight.

She bites her lip and lets her hair fall in messy waves.

I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in all my life.

I start to move now, quickly pushing up, impaling her. She gasps, and opens her eyes to watch me.

“You’re amazing,” I murmur as I sit up, wrap my arms around her, and hold on tightly. “So damn beautiful.”

Her lips find mine, eagerly kissing and biting, loving me with everything in her. It’s overwhelming and humbling.

Sexy as I don’t know what.

She bears down, squeezing my cock like a vise, and I know that I’m not going to last much longer. She grips my face in her hands and says, “Do it. Come.”

I can’t help but follow her command, the orgasm moving through me powerfully.

I roll us over, putting London on her back, and lazily kiss her chest, her breasts, her shoulder.