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“You two should head out,” I say. “The caterers are going to be here any minute to pick up the glassware, and frankly it looks like there’s not much alcohol left anyway. Take the nice vodka with you.”

“Are you sure?” Kristi asks.

“Please,” I reply. “It’s time to shut down, and people will leave when the booze dries up.”

And I’m right, of course. The last guests file out, and Vinny and I help the caterers load up. They toss the last of the trash out, and the empties into the recycling, and soon it’s just me and Vinny alone in the ballroom. It’s a mess, but I’ll take care of that tomorrow.

Or today. It’s after 2 A.M.

“Thank you. I think it was a success.”

“I’d agree,” Vinny says.

“I know parties aren’t your thing,” I begin.

“Stop. I’m glad to be here with you.”

I slide my arms up around his neck, and he kisses me, practically lifting me off my feet. I should be too tired for this, but instead I kiss him back ravenously, molding my body to his.

“Sia,” he groans, slipping a hand down my back. He stops when he finally reaches the material just above my hips, and then dips his hand under it, squeezing my ass through my panties.

“I want you.” I moan against him. “All of you.” I palm his cock through his pants and he hisses through his teeth.

“Are you sure?”

I pull his zipper down and stroke him through his boxers.

“Yes.”

Condoms.

“Do you have condoms?” I murmur, my hand still teasing his cock.

“Uhn. Fuck.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me into his arms, carrying me out of the ballroom and to his place. He takes me into his bedroom and places me on his bed before putting something over his fishbowl.

I don’t particularly want the fish watching either.

“Sia.” He devours me with his gaze. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you all goddamn night. That dress,” he murmurs.

“Don’t you think it’s time to take it off me?”

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Vinny

Don’t have to ask me twice. I start with her shoes. Another time I’ll have her leave them on but have to save some of my fantasies for later. I unlace them and toss them aside, kissing my way up her legs. She’s holding on to the headboard already. I love how she’s ready to go just like that. But I’m going to take my time tonight.

Make her feel good.

I rub her feet as I lick and kiss a path up to her thighs. Her breathing gets heavier as I move closer to her pussy. I slide her dress up over her hips but don’t move any further yet, just worshiping those gorgeous legs of hers before taking any next steps. I can smell how turned on she is.

She’s too fucking sweet to resist, so I press my nose against the crotch of her panties. She rewards me with a low, long moan.

“You smell so fucking good. I bet you taste even better. I can’t wait to taste you. Do you want me to taste you, Sia?”

I look up from between her bent legs. She’s fisting the pillows and I haven’t even started yet.

“Yes,” she whispers.

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