Page 29 of Manhattan Heart

My heart speeds up.

I love him in these sexually arousing moods, but I can’t shake how I feel and I slip out of his grasp. “Eat your healthy breakfast before it gets cold. I have decaf coffee for you.”

“Decaf?” He says it like I just offered him the blood of Jesus.

I turn a smile over my shoulder, placing the offending cup next to his plate.

“Yes, the caffeine is no good for you.”

“I’ve been drinking it for thirty years. Decaf is just an insult.”

“Exactly. Look what it’s done!”

Gray laughs a little but gives me a sad look at the same time and I dip my head out of eyesight or I might go into emotional wrecking ball again.

“Sweetheart, look at me please?”

Oh, god. He’s pulled out the sweetheart. He means business when he uses my kryptonite against me.

I look up and he’s smiling.

“I’m going to be fine; I promise. And you know I’m always right.”

This I snort at. “Since when?”

“Since forever.” He gets a gloating twinkle in his eyes and I could forget there’s something not quite working properly inside his chest, if not for the barrage of dread clawing around my throat that’s been there since last night.

I’ve only taken one sip of my coffee when he smirks.

“I need proof.”

“When we met. I knew we were meant to be together, didn’t I?”

God, he always goes directly to the core of me because warmth spreads through my stomach and I smile over at him as he forks egg whites into his mouth, and winks at me.

“I knew it too. I just made you work for it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. Had to make sure I selected the right sugar daddy.”

His eyebrow pops up into his messy bed hair. I love his hair. So thick and yankable. But I can’t think about pulling on Gray’s hair or I’ll start to think about sex then I’ll want sex and there’s no way we’re ever having sex again.

I’m horrified, knowing what I know now, all the sex we’ve had in the last few weeks. The strenuous… heartbeat raising sex we’ve had.

Even last night.Shit, I could have killed him.

“You played hard to get is more to the truth.”

I grin. “That too.”

“I was still right, baby-girl.”

“Fine.” I hold up one finger. He’s made my insides syrupy soft with just a few words. Those first days of meeting Gray, he swept me into the clouds and I haven’t come down since. “That’s one time you were right.”

He smirks like he has a stack of cards on deck for this very moment.

There’s nothing sexier than my sweet man being cocky.

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