After All - Romancing Manhattan

It’s fun to play with her.

In fact, I think I’ll play with her some more.

I pick up the phone and call for her to come into my office.

“Close and lock the door, please.” Nora turns to me in surprise but follows my orders and then saunters over to my desk, walking on those heels with the red bows on them.

They’re my favorite.

I can’t resist her when she wears them.

And she knows it.

“You rang?” she asks primly, folding her hands at her waist.

“I did. Come here, please.” I crook my finger and feel my lips twitch as she raises a brow and slowly walks around my desk, then plants her feet two feet in front of me.

“Yes?”

“I have some things to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.”

I grin and tug her closer, until she’s standing between my legs, and press my ear to her belly.

Her hands dive into my hair and I turn my face to her, kissing her stomach over her clothes.

“You’re so sassy,” I murmur before tugging her blouse out of her skirt and standing so I can lift it over her head, then toss it on the floor. Her bra goes next.

“We’re at work,” she reminds me, but there’s no heat in her words.

“So we are.”

“Rule number one—”

“No longer exists.” I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck. Hard. Then pay the same respects to the other side. I boost her onto my desk.

“I’m on your briefs.”

My lips, on hers now, tip up into a grin. “I love it when you talk dirty, darling.”

She laughs now, a full-on laugh that’s as contagious as it is sexy. I slide my fingers up her thigh, under her skirt. The laugh subsides as I push under the elastic of her panties and just rub back and forth over her folds.

“Oh God.”

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh yeah.” Her head falls back as she bites her lip. “Don’t stop petting me there.”

“Petting?” I lean in and lap at her nipple, slip my finger inside her, and revel at how gorgeous she is as she falls apart, crying out my name and squeezing my finger. “There you go. That’s it.”

“Holy shit.”

I unfasten my pants, and before she has a chance to recover, slide inside her, balls deep. She cries out again, reaching for me as I begin to move, fucking her on my desk, not caring in the least who might hear us outside of my office.

She’s holding on for dear life, those brown eyes on fire as I pound into her, almost brutally.

“Jesus, you destroy me.” I press my face to her shoulder as I come, undone by her.

“Not sorry.” She kisses my cheek and squeezes my ass for good measure. “Not sorry at all.”

I slip out of her, stand her on her feet, and turn her. With my hand pressed between her shoulder blades, I gently push her facedown on the desk.

“Again?” she asks in surprise as I fill her once more, from behind this time, and smack her ass.

“Again.”

I can’t get enough of her. I feel like an animal, unable to stop myself from wanting to mate with her.

I’m out of control.

I last much longer this time and reach around to fiddle with her nipples, her clit, as we ride our way toward release.

This orgasm is loud and primal, tearing through me and leaving me decimated.

“Whoa,” she whispers. “That was . . . I don’t even know.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to.”

I smile and press my lips to her spine. “That’s the right answer, darling.”

I need to propose to her. I want to ask her to marry me. This brutal week has taught me one thing, and that’s that I don’t want to carry on through this life without her.

When Darcy died, I was convinced that I’d never move on. I loved her completely, and our marriage, while not easy, was a good one. We shared a lot of wonderful memories, and I’ll always be grateful to her for sharing her life with me and giving me Gabby.

My love for Darcy was never in question.

And when she died, I didn’t think it was a hole that could be filled.

But it’s true what they say: time heals all wounds.

Life moves forward, and while I’ll never forget her, just like she said in her letter, it’s time for me to embrace the fact that I’ve fallen in love with Nora and start to plan our future.

There’s no one else I want by my side.

And it may be fast, but damn it, I’m a man who knows his own mind, and I’m ready to marry her.

It’s really that simple.

Nora’s in the shower, getting ready for bed, and I’m sitting under the covers, staring at the single stone engagement ring I chose for her weeks ago.

I carry it with me, always ready to propose because I just never know when the right moment will reveal itself. Of course, with the crazy week we just had, there was literally no romantic moment to ask Nora to be my bride.