Page 14 of Manhattan Heart

I’m feeling too dreamy by him kneeling at my feet to wonder which shoes he’s chosen for me. I hold my breath, gather the hem of my skirt in two hands and draw it up my legs so he can slip the strappy shoe onto my foot.

“You look stunning as always but you could be wearing those sinful yoga shorts with your tit-shirts and you’d still be the sexiest woman in the restaurant, India,” he lets me know. Finishing with one shoe, he strokes whisper fingers against my ankle making me shiver, before he turns to its twin with the other shoe.

Without having to say a word he somehow always taps into my agitated worries and settles me with a few simple words.

Reaching down, I tangle my fingers in his hair and scrape lovingly over his scalp until he pumps out a grunt of satisfaction.

“All done,” he declares huskily.

This time he trails his hand so slowly up the full length of my calf as he rises to his feet, the quake through my body is monstrous, just as that teasing boy intends it to be.

I’m visibly aroused by the time he’s standing tall again, smiling his smug bad boy grin before he kisses the edge of my temple.

“Keep those shoes on later. Only those shoes, India.”

My inhalation is a fast one and I seriously consider ditching his parents at the Italian restaurant. Bread versus fucking my Grayson… it’s a tough contest.

“It sounds like you and my shoes have plans.”

He readjusts his tie in the floor length mirror, looking at me through it. It’s perfect already but I love to watch him get himself together.

“We do. The moment we’re back through the door I’m going to strip you down to just those screw-me heels and do what they claim and fuck you in the hallway.”

Dizzying smiles creep up onto my face. God, he could verbal fuck with the best of them. Never….Not ever, underestimate a sweet man. He can dirty just as good, if not better than a perverted bastard.

At no time does it not amaze just how much he can affect me, calm me, love me.

“In front of your priceless guitar collection? Naughty man.”

“You look stunning,” he brushes the words against my mouth, giving me only a tiny taste of him before he laces my fingers in his and pulls me out of the closet.

“Come on, before we have to explain why we’re late.”

“Can I sit on your lap in the car?”

Joe will be driving us.

He grunts but doesn’t say no.

We’ll need an extra few minutes outside of the restaurant to get his body under control, but it’ll be worth it.

His phone peels just as I’m about to suck his face off. He gives me an apologetic smile and strolls off to answer it.

Only catching the tail end of his phone conversation a moment later, I come up behind Gray. He’s in hot businessman mode and I can never resist watching him. For a sweet guy he really can become cutthroat if something isn’t done to his specifications. Gray is a magnificently shrewd businessman, and sets the bar to a very high standard. I place a hand on his spine while he stands at the ceiling high windows in our living room overlooking Central Park. Reminding him that he was in a rush not ten minutes ago.

We’re going to be late; I just know it. Thank god I can’t be blamed.

Some poor schmuck is getting railed for not doing his job properly and it creates an amused grin on my face.

Keeping my hand on his back, he’s so into boss mode that he hardly reacts when I slip a hand under his shirt and place it on his stomach, though seconds later his belly muscles clench as he disconnects.

“Who was getting their ass verbally kicked?”

“A very incompetent soon-to-be fired buyer if he can’t turn his fuck ups around. He’s lost me two contracts in a matter of days.”

“Kill him, baby. Doesn’t he know he’s taking cereal from my mouth?”

Gray chuckles, roaming a hand down my hair. “I’ll never let you go hungry.”

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