All the Way (Romancing Manhattan 1)

I’m bent all the way over now. I glance his way and bite my lip when I see that he’s stroking himself, not shy in the least about pleasuring himself at the sight of me.

That’s fucking hot.

I stand and turn my back to him again and reach behind me to unfasten my bra, let it slide down my arms, and when I turn, my arms are covering my breasts, holding the open bra in place.

“Let it go,” he commands, his voice gruff.

“You’re not in charge of this striptease,” I reply, and make a tsk tsk noise. He raises a brow, but he’s smiling, enjoying the show.

Turning my back again, I let the bra fall and loop my thumbs into my bikini panties, and with Finn staring right at my ass, I pull them down my legs, and like I did with the shorts, I bend completely over, giving him a prime view of the goods.

I hear him gasp, and before I can turn around, he’s behind me, one hand on my ass, and one gliding down the length of my spine.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” he asks. His hand slides down the crack of my ass, over my anus, and to my wet pussy, where his fingers tickle and rub before he slides a finger inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter. I’m dizzy and so damn turned on I don’t know what to do with myself.

And I don’t have to know because Finn guides me to the bed, but doesn’t have me lie on my back. No, he keeps me bent over and falls to his knees so he can drive me absolutely insane with his talented mouth.

I have to grip on to the covers, bury my face in the bed, and cry out as he makes me come, not just once, but twice.

Finally, he stands and replaces his talented mouth with his talented cock.

Thank the good lord.

“I can’t stay away from you,” he says as he grips on to my shoulders and fucks me hard from behind. “I came home early because I need you, and that hasn’t happened to me before, London.”

“So glad it happened,” I pant, and reach under me so I can touch his balls as he thrusts in and out. He groans, and I feel his balls tighten.

He’s close.

I bear down, squeezing around him, fondling him, and smile in satisfaction when he groans and pushes fully inside me, grinding as he comes harder than he ever has with me before.

He slaps my ass, something that I’ve discovered I really love, and we climb up on the bed to collapse in a happy heap.

“So glad it happened,” I repeat.

“Did that sober you up any?” he asks.

“Oh yeah. I’m only a little fuzzy now.” I roll over to him and take over my favorite spot on his chest. “That might have been the best sort of drunk sex in the history of the world.”

“I won’t disagree with you.”

I kiss his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too, baby.”

Chapter Thirteen

~Finn~

It’s quiet at work today. I don’t know if it’s a full moon, or a new moon, or if Venus is in the house of the rising sun, but I’ll take it. London’s been gone for roughly twenty-four hours. I’ve never missed anyone the way I do her.

I’m a lovesick kid for the first time in my life. I always gave my buddies shit for being lovesick, but now I get it.

I open my laptop and start a search for real estate in L.A. just as Quinn and Carter walk into my office like they own the place, because they do, and have a seat.

“What’s up, guys?”

“We haven’t seen much of you lately,” Carter says, and crosses one ankle over the opposite knee.

“So you thought you’d just randomly come in my office?”

“We could do lunch,” Quinn says. “What are you looking at over there?”

“Real estate.”

“You just bought that condo,” Carter replies.

“And I’m keeping it,” I say. “But I’m considering something in L.A.”

They’re quiet, too quiet, so I glance up to find them both staring at me like I’ve gone off my rocker. “What?”

“You want to move to L.A.?” Quinn asks.

“No, not full-time anyway. But London’s going to be working there, and if this film does as well as everyone thinks, she’ll be working out there more and more. Having a place would be much better than living out of a hotel room.”

“You can rent a house,” Carter suggests.

“Real estate isn’t a bad investment,” Quinn says, and I nod.

“Exactly. It would be an investment property that we use when London’s on set.”

“We?” Carter asks, and leans forward. “Finn, we have a firm to run here.”

“And as you know, I can do a lot of the work remotely.”

“Not all of it,” Carter counters. “We can’t just have you jetting off to follow your girlfriend around. I mean, I’m as romantic as the next guy, but this just doesn’t make sense.”