Thank God Angela was ready. Gael was afraid he'd take her right there on the rooftop with all of Times Square to see. He'd be lying if he said he didn't plan to seduce her tonight. After the stunt she pulled last night—stripping in front of him, straddling him, and grinding on him while begging to be taken, she asked for this. But he had to make sure she was sober enough to make the decision.

His large hand swallowed hers as he began pulling her away from the railing, only to be stopped by Giovanni, whose arms went around them. "Happy New Year, love birds. Enjoying the fireworks?"

Angela reluctantly shifted her gaze to the man and smiled, kissing his cheek and then saying, "Happy New Year, Gio."

"Yeah. We're leaving," said Gael without taking his eyes off her. He slapped Giovanni's back and didn't wait for his response as he turned around, taking Angela with him out of the box. Giovanni shouted something back, but neither of them bothered responding as they weaved through the sea of people who were celebrating.

They weren't alone in the elevator when they headed down to the reception area, and the ride seemed to take so long; their hearts were beating so fast in anticipation.

To make matters worse, there were no available rooms when Gael asked for one at the reception. Their tickets didn't include room accommodation. There was no way he would let tonight pass. He looked over to Angela, and her eyes spoke a thousand words. She didn't have to say it out loud. They wore the same looks of desperation.

The gears in his head turned, and in the next second, he was guiding her out of the hotel.

"Where are we going?"

"Fûcking out of here," was all he muttered.

Thousands of people crowded the streets. It looked impossible to get out of. With Gael holding her hand tightly, Angela didn't complain and just followed wherever he was taking her. She noticed that they were walking the same path as the one they took going to the hotel in the afternoon; the signs were familiar even though it was already evening.

Her feet were killing her with each hurried step they took towards a less crowded area. She guessed that he was looking for a cab, but the streets were closed in this part of the town, so they had to walk two blocks ahead. He'd sent his men home to Brooklyn for the night, and Rick drove Gael's car, so they would have to commute.

Reaching an intersection near the New York Public Library, Gael brought his two fingers to his mouth and whistled, calling a yellow cab. She wondered why the drivers didn't go home for the evening, but she didn't care enough to question aloud.

"One Lincoln Plaza on 20 West and 64th street," he told the driver as soon as the two of them got into the backseat of the car.

Without releasing her hand, Gael took out his billfold and handed a few hundred bucks to the driver. "Speed up."

"You got it."

That was definitely more than what they're supposed to pay.

Angela didn't know how she survived the car ride with Gael's heated gaze drilled into her the entire time. He'd kiss her once. Hard. She felt his frustration when he had to break the kiss and lean back as though he was afraid he couldn't control himself and ended up taking her there in the backseat. The minutes felt like years, but when they finally pulled to the curb, Gael didn't waste time and got them out of the car and strode through the entrance.

The doorman beamed at the sight of them, and he greeted excitedly, "Mr. De Luca. It's been a while, Sir. There's a package—"

"Not now, Jerry," said Gael as he skillfully slipped a couple of hundreds into the doorman's hand.

"Thank you, Sir. Happy New Year!"

Angela was like on auto-pilot, letting Gael drag her with him. He could take her to the moon, and she wouldn't protest.

He slapped a card on the control panel below the buttons of the elevator. 42nd floor. The ride took longer, stopping on floors for the other passengers in the car with them before they reached the 42nd.

Once they stepped out, Angela managed to ask, "Where are we?"

"My condo."

That's right. She remembered that he had a few properties in Manhattan. Most of which were rentals if not for sale, but there was one apartment that he kept untouched, and she figured this was the one. Reaching the last door to the left, he pressed his thumb on the door lock, and it clicked.

Gael let Angela inside, and she didn't have time to register the place when he pulled her flush against him while kicking the door close with his foot. And then his mouth was on hers. She didn't think twice—it was instinct that she lifted herself up against his body, wrapped her legs around his waist, and then her back hit the cold wall.

The kiss was impatient and hot, his tongue going past her lips and diving deep into her mouth. She moaned as his hands roamed all over her body while he pushed his erection into her apex. She pushed down onto him and couldn't ground enough, wanting more friction. She needed more friction. It was too hot. She had to get out of her clothes as much as she wanted him out of his.

Angela frantically shoved his coat off him, and as soon as it fell on the floor, he carried her deeper into the place and then set her on her feet. The momentary separation from his body made her groan. He turned her around so he could remove her dress. She felt his erection on her backside, and she whimpered when he nuzzled her neck. Her heart was beating loudly, she was sure he could hear it. His hot and wet kisses were so erotic; every flick of his tongue on her skin made the flesh between her legs swell in excitement.

"Stupid fucking dress," he growled when he couldn't unlock the top fastener. Then he impatiently broke it apart before sliding the zipper down her back.

Angela had to grip the edge of the table in front of her for support. She was panting as his lips traveled down her skin, following the trail of the zipper. Her dress fell and pooled around her feet. Gael hooked his thumbs on the sides of her panties and shimmied them down. She looked back just as he squeezed both her ass cheeks and bit one of them. "Ah!"

He got to his feet, and she turned around, grabbing his neck and kissing him hard. Her hands were sloppy trying to unbutton his shirt—he had to take over, ripping his shirt open—the buttons popping everywhere.

She didn't have time to be concerned about his ruined shirt because she was already fumbling on his belt. Her hands weren't fast enough, but as soon as his pants were unbuttoned, she reached into his boxer briefs and grabbed his thick, hard cock. The smooth, velvety skin felt so good in her hand.

Gael groaned into her mouth as she pumped him up and down, circling the crown of his length that's glistening with pre-cum. It was too early to finish, and if he didn't stop her, he was only a few seconds away from coming in her hand.

He hoisted Angela on the dining table without breaking their kiss, a gasp escaping her lips when her skin met the cold marble.

Pushing the cups of her bra down, he took one engorged nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, causing it to swell more. He playfully tugged it, and a cry of satisfaction was her response. Then he moved to the other nipple and did the same. Lifting her feet up, he commanded, "Feet flat on the table and open wide for me, baby."

He pushed her upper body down until she laid her back flat on the table. Angela felt so exposed as she followed his order and spread her knees apart. The way his dark eyes trained on her body not only ignited a flame within her. It set her on fire.

"Please…" she begged, wanting to be touched, wanting to be kissed. Anything. Anywhere. 'Just do something to me.' She was aching for him so badly.

Gael looked at her dripping pussy and licked his lips. It was so sensual; she could feel it in her bones that he was hungry for her.

"Please what, Angel? Tell me…" he demanded without lifting his gaze from the ache between her legs.

A slight smirk formed on her lips, remembering exactly what he'd told her earlier. "Make New York tremble."

He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and the corner of his lips curled up in a sexy, devilish smile. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her close to the edge before he lowered his head between her legs. "Hold on tight."

Angela's eyes rolled back the moment his tongue lashed at her swollen clit. Gael did exactly what he promised—he made her come so hard, her scream tore New York through the New Year.