Page 81 of Manhattan Heart

I don’t dare laugh, because she takes this shit seriously.

We got through her last big birthday; we’ll get through this one, if only I don’t say the number. She’s ultra-sensitive about the number.

“Mmm. Yes,” she purrs, rousing her head up, I see that she is. Her eyes are dreamy and low lidded and her lips are smiling.

Lips I take softly in a kiss she opens for.

God, this woman. She never quits being everything I need.

Everything I crave and want.

I can’t say we don’t have bad marriage days.

We do. And we get through them because we have boundless energy and love for one another. We work at our marriage with the same effort we put into our health and well-being.

We’ve never prioritized our relationship as anything less than first.

We put us above everything else.

Money means nothing if we’re miserable under our own roof.

When people claim someone is their moon and stars, I truly mean it.

I work to show India what she is to me, how I feel and what her love means.

I won’t take that for granted, not for a day or an hour.

Being fucked in my own backyard when I was sitting here minding my own business, shows me in her India way, what I mean to her.

Really, even at my age, my cock is open for business for her 24-7, wherever she wants it.

My girl is spoiled rotten and I love it.

“You wanna go inside and get warm?”

“I don’t think my legs work, Gray. I went a little nuts there,” she chuckles and I skim a kiss to her forehead, before lifting her off my lap so I can reach for her discarded clothes and help her back into them.

She stands for me so I can do that, running her hands through my hair.

I love her in her post sex state. She’s cute as hell.

When she’s dressed and when I’m decent, I lift her into my arms the way she enjoys. The way I love, when she presses her face into my neck and I carry her inside.

Depositing her in the bathroom so she can shower, I come back a few minutes later with a glass of champagne. “You better not have another party planned,” she warns, stepping out, dripping water and about as beautiful as India has ever been.

Of course my body reacts, did I mention I am not in the slightest bit dumb when it comes to screwing my wife?

She’s all of everything and everything she is turns me on.

I half grin. She’s been warning me for six months that she’ll kill me if I dare plan a surprise party.

“I swear I didn’t. It’s just an intimate dinner party as you wanted.”

We have a few couple friends coming over soon.

Sena and Noah, of course, my girl and his girl are like Batman and Robin, you don’t see one without the other.

Also Cal and his wife are coming, as is Lincoln and his girl. Joe and his wife will be here but a bit late while they wait for her mom to come and babysit. Ronan and Catherine, Gabby and her husband, plus Tom and Mack. Katarina and her husband are still on route from Paris and most probably won’t show until much later.

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