All It Takes (Romancing Manhattan 2)

So I let the covers fall and take a sip of coffee.

There’s no prying this out of my hands.

“Jesus,” Quinn whispers and leans in to tug a nipple between his lips. I feel the zing through my belly to my clit, and I have to steady myself on his shoulder.

“No time for this,” I mutter, but I don’t move away when he tugs it in his mouth for a second time.

“You shouldn’t walk around naked if you don’t want my hands on you,” he says.

“Those are lips, not hands.”

“Semantics,” he replies, but pulls away and doesn’t try to entice me back into the bed as I pull on some clothes and pull my hair into its usual knot.

“Are Rich and Lou still here?”

“Yeah, Lou was making more pancakes.”

I cringe. “God, I don’t know if I can ever have pancakes again. And that’s sad because I love pancakes.”

I cross to Quinn, who’s still sitting at the edge of my bed, and pull him in for a big hug. “Thanks for staying with me last night, and for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I guess we should go upstairs.”

“Lead the way,” he replies.

Rich and Louise are indeed in my kitchen, eating pancakes and showing each other photos on their phones.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Rich says with a smile.

“Why do you look like that?” Louise demands.

“Like what? I’m hungover, how am I supposed to look?” I inspect both of them and then scowl. “Why aren’t you guys hungover?”

“We never get hungover,” Rich says with a shrug.

“You should drink a bunch of water,” Lou says with a sage nod. “That’ll help a lot.”

All I can do is flip her the bird, feeling not a little betrayed that neither of them feel like shit, especially when the sexy man I’m interested in is standing right beside me.

Jerks.

“I made pancakes,” Louise says. “That might help you feel better.”

“No.” I shake my head and take a sip of my coffee, which is cooling off. “I can’t do pancakes.”

“How about an omelet?” Quinn asks, catching my attention.

“Oh, that actually sounds good.”

“You got it. Sit down, I’ll get you a bottle of water, and make you the omelet.”

“I’d like an omelet,” Rich says.

“Then I guess you’ll have to make yourself one,” Quinn says and winks at me. “I’m too busy taking care of my girl.”

“Okay, there he goes, being swoony again,” Lou says with a wide smile.

“Swoony?” Quinn asks.

“Ignore them,” I say before Louise can respond. “They’re both dumb. And they definitely don’t deserve your omelet.”

“We have to run anyway,” Lou says as she and Rich stand and gather their things. “But I’ll call you later.”

“It was good to see you, sugar pie.” Rich hugs me tightly, then nods at Quinn. “Be nice to her, or Lou will kick you in the balls.”

“Um, okay,” Quinn replies.

“It’s a thing,” Louise agrees with a smile as she waves and leaves with Rich.

“Oh, come on, you’re an attorney. Surely you’ve had your family jewels threatened before.” Quinn sets my omelet before me and then leans on the countertop, thinking it over.

“Once or twice, but typically not while they had a smug smile on their face.”

I can’t help but laugh, then sigh from the dull ache behind my eyes.

“Seriously, sweetheart, drink some water. It’ll help.”

He opens the bottle for me, and I take a long drink. “Thank you, for all this.”

“You’re welcome. We should get ready to head out. We have to go to work today.”

I glare at him. “Not today, Satan.”

“Yes, today.” He laughs and makes himself an omelet. “We still have three-quarters of the boxes in the attic to go through, and time’s slipping away on the deadline.”

I sigh and brace my face in my hand. “You’re right. I never thought I’d be so sick of paper in my life. It’s tedious.”

“But it’s paying off,” he reminds me and leans over to kiss my temple. “You’re finding your proof, and I get to spend time with you. It’s a win-win.”

“But what about you winning?” I ask, frowning at him.

“As long as we find the truth, we both win. That’s what matters here.”

“You are swoony.”

“I have my moments,” he agrees with a smug smile. “And after work today, I want to take you somewhere fun.”

“Am I going to need a safety harness? A helmet?”

“God, I hope so.”

Chapter Ten

~Sienna~

“I love the zoo,” I say with a wide smile as Quinn pulls into the Bronx Zoo parking. “This will be great. I need to take a long walk.”

“We’re not here to see the animals,” he says as he takes my hand and pulls me out of his Porsche, locks the car, and leads me toward the entrance.

“Then why in the world are we at the zoo?”

“Zip lining.”

I stop in my tracks, pulling him to a stop with me.

“No.”

I shake my head adamantly, but Quinn laughs, kisses my hand, and nudges me to keep walking.