Page 59 of Hooked

I pull her onto my lap and kiss the side of her neck.

“Did you fix your disco ball issue?”

She giggles. “Oh, did you see that? DJ Nick was complaining that the flashes from the disco ball were bothering him.”

“DJ Nick looks like he hates his life,” I say, resting my chin on her head.

“He was much more enthusiastic over the phone. He hasn’t interacted with the crowd at all. Not even once. Luckily they’re too drunk to care. Can’t wait to see how he handles the countdown.”

As if on cue, DJ Nick, a man in his late fifties with slicked back hair, wearing a tuxedo t-shirt to project a level of fun he seems incapable of, takes to the microphone.

“Attention, Dockside patrons. Are you ready to ring in the new year?”

“Sounds like he’s announcing the next subway stop,” Sia says.

“Too flat to be MBTA. Their passion runs toward anger, but it’s there.”

She giggles again and presses her cheek against me.

“I said are you ready?”

No change in tone. Incredible. The crowd cheers anyway as he begins the countdown. They drown him out, and when we get to the new year, I take Sia’s mouth with mine, kissing her until we both have to come up for air.

“Happy New Year, love,” I say.

“Happy New Year.” She kisses me again, and I can’t believe my luck. I can’t believe this is happening. That this beautiful, kind, generous woman is in my arms, and she loves me back. Even after I showed her the worst of me.

In my wildest dreams I never could’ve imagined having the love of a woman like Sia.

All those terrible Christmases I’d been through were redeemed by this one, where she’d told me she’d loved me.

And I’d be sure that all of the Christmases, and all of the holidays, and all of the days in between are spent celebrating her, and what we have. Celebrating us together.

She nestles against me.

“Things here should wrap up in about an hour.”

“Good,” I say, caressing her neck. “Because I have been fantasizing about fucking you in just those shoes for a very long time now, and I’ve made that my first New Year’s Resolution.”

“Oh,” she says, gently rocking her hips, stroking my cock with her ass. “Well it’s very important to set achievable goals, and I think that’s a very good one.”

“Fuck, Sia.”

“Better get back to work,” she says, hopping off my lap.

So much for no erections in the Dockside.

An hour later I have her back in my bedroom, pinned up against the wall as I take her from behind in nothing but those shoes. Her head is turned to the side, her cheek pressed against the wall, as are her palms and those luscious breasts of hers. I grip her hips, absolutely pounding into her as she whimpers.

“Vinny, yes! Oh god, right there, please!”

I’m happy to oblige. My cock is so hard it’s painful, and the tight grip of her pussy on me as I thrust against her, pushing her against that wall, is making me lose my goddamn mind. When her cries increase in frequency, I angle up to hit her G-spot. She screams, immediately exploding around me, grabbing at the wall and cursing my name.

I come with her, pulling her away from the wall and sliding one arm between her breasts, holding her tightly against me through our orgasms.

I stay inside her through the spasms—her pussy, my cock—and then ease gently out of her.

She slips out of the shoes and crawls over to my bed, sliding under the covers. I dispose of the condom and climb in next to her, pulling her against my chest.

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