She snort-laughs and looks around to see if anyone heard that. No one heard. No one else is around. It’s freezing, it’s Christmas, and it’s nine thirty at night. I don’t know how I’m going to wait until we get back to my place to get my hands under that sweater and get those leggings off her, but I’ll have to. “Shhh! I mean, I tweeted about it, but my family doesn’t follow me so it’s fine.”
We get inside the terminal, and I can see that she’s blushing, and it’s so fucking cute. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see Maddie Cooper blushing. Never in my filthiest fantasies about her did I imagine myself stopping to kiss her on her forehead on Staten Island. But that’s what’s happening.
I don’t even want to think about what it means that just pressing my lips against her forehead makes me a little stiff. And more than that even. It makes me want to take her home, make her a mug of hot chocolate, and curl up in front of the fireplace with her. After I fuck her like a maniac three or four times first.
“You ever ride the Staten Island Ferry before?” she asks, and I can tell by her tone that she already knows the answer.
“I have not yet had the pleasure, but I’ve heard great things. There really aren’t enough orange boats in the world.”
She elbows me in the ribs, and I barely feel it because we both have so much padding between us, which is terrible.
“It’s actually really stunning to see the Statue of Liberty from the water.”
“Oh well, I’ve done that. From a yacht.”
“Oh whatevah, mistah,” she says.
And now I’m more than a little stiff.
“Keep talking like that.”
“Like this? You like it when I tawk about how I spend eight dollahs on a cup of cawffee? You like that?”
“Yeah, baby, I like it a lot.”
“Oh my gawd.” She stops to look me in the face, very serious. “Are you really turned-on right now?”
“My cawk is hawd as a fuckin’ teenage rawk right now.”
“Me too. I mean I’m really turned-on right now too.” Suddenly, she pulls away from me and looks around the terminal. “Shit, I forgot someone from work could see us.”
“Right… Work.” I shove my hands into my pockets. Right. I’m a lawyer. And she’s the best assistant I’ve ever had. Right… “Fuck it,” I say, grabbing her and dipping her. “It’s Christmas.” I plant a kiss on her the likes of which Staten Island has never seen before. I feel her arms around my neck, her body relaxing into my embrace, and Colin Firth can kiss my delicious American ass—I’m romantic as fuck.
When I finally pull my mouth away from hers and lift her up, her eyelashes flutter magnificently and then her eyes close. “You mean that?” she whispers.
“As an attorney, I would never joke about a potentially hazardous situation with an employee, even when it’s regarding non-work activities,” I quote myself back to her, and she laughs.
“Fucking lawyers,” she says, shaking her head.
“Fucking right.”
“Do you really want to throw caution to the wind on this cold, cold night, Mr. Cannavale? Come what may?”
I take her gloved hand in mine. “Come what may.”
Ten minutes later, we’re on the boat and Maddie’s pulling her gloves off, shoving them into her pockets and telling me to remove my gloves too as she leads me through the cabin to one of the doors to an upper deck. It’s colder than a dead elf’s balls outside, but I will follow her anywhere because I have a feeling something awesome is about to happen. She calmly surveys the deck before pulling me through the heavy metal door. There aren’t a lot of people inside on this level, and there’s no one else out on the deck, but there are windows everywhere. She leans back against a tall metal gate right beside the door, inhales deeply as she unzips her long coat, removes her boots, and pulls her leggings and panties off.
“Be quick,” she says, unzipping my coat.
“I think you’re great” is all I can say, before her mouth is on mine, and I’m getting my hands all up under that sweater. She’s unzipping my pants, and right before my lawyer brain shuts down, I remind myself that as long as none of our private parts are exposed, we can’t be charged for indecent exposure, so that leaves the “lewd act” misdemeanor, and I could argue that we’re in a secluded area, but yeah. I’ll be quick.
There’s no time for fondling. I will stand and deliver. She curls one leg up around me, tilting her hips so I can push inside her, and we both groan so loud because fuck. She’s so warm and wet, and not one part of me is cold right now. I grab her by the ass, lift her up, and she wraps both legs around my waist. The metal gate provides a kind of industrial percussion beat as her back slams against it with every thrust.
She carries her own weight as much as she can, one hand clasped around my neck, one behind my head. Her head drops back, and I get one look at that face, and I can’t stop my mouth from releasing every dirty thing that I held back this morning. “Goddammit, Maddie. You are the sexiest fucking woman I have ever known. The first time I saw you I wanted to make you scream my name and come all over you.”
“Dec. Yes. Fuck.”
“You drive me crazy, you know?”
“Yes. I like it…”
I like that she likes it, and I can’t stop myself from ramming into her extra hard, just once. She curses and squeezes her legs around me tighter, and I can feel her starting to contract and release around me already and I’m delirious. “You own my cock, you know that?”
“Yes. I
