Page 103 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“Ready.”

“Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.” Noel steps into the bathroom, wrapping me in his arms. “Why do you love me?”

I laugh but stop at the seriousness in his tone. “Because you’re you.”

He grins and takes my hand. “I love you because you are you. And you’re so hot you’ll raise the restaurant’s temperature.”

I shake my head at him.

Slyly, Noel reaches into his pocket, and I feel the low hum ripple through me.

I slip my feet into low-slung back heels and walk through the door Noel holds for me. The hallway carpet is so plush it feels like walking on a cushion.

Noel presses the elevator button, and the car opens to a dark panel wall. My heart is in my throat as it rises two more floors.

“Holly, no matter what happens tonight, you’re mine.” Noel fuses his lips to mine, and I clutch his arms as the vibrations increase.

“Be a good girl and give me that orgasm right now.”

I can’t believe how ready my body is that it bows to his command, but as he leans in to kiss me again, deepening the kiss, the vibrations rise to a crescendo. My orgasm falls so quick and fast, only my body shuddering in the aftermath is the sign that it happened.

“Good girl.”

The bell chimes to tell us we have arrived on our chosen floor, and we step out. Two men dressed in tuxedos are in the hall. By the earpieces they’re sporting, I guess they are security.

“Good evening, Mr. Brennon. Your brothers are already waiting for you in the back of the dining room.”

“Thank you.”

Great, we’re late. My stomach turns with a little bit of anxiety.

But Noel drapes an arm around my waist and leads me into the gorgeous restaurant. I stop because I’ve never seen anything as glamorous as this place.

Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling. Every table in the place is glass; some are oblong shaped, some are high-top squares, and some are banquets with seating for eight guests.

The chairs are leather, not quite black, a deep blood hue. On one side of the room, there is a throne. There are cages and spanking benches along the wall as if they are art exhibits.

“Wow.”

“Oh yes, it gets better,” Noel says.

He leads me past the guests, and I avert my eyes from a woman dressed as a kitty, her gorgeous breasts on display. She’s kneeling on a cushion at one of the shorter tables, and her breasts are literally on the table.

Her companion, a woman with a French braid, is picking a canape from her naked breasts.

The wait staff is dressed in black and flutters by us. The guests are dressed in varying degrees, and scenes are going on around me, but the setting is intimate; me walking by them feels intrusive.

“Noel, we didn’t think you’d ever make it!” A well-built man with hair that is slightly darker than Noel strides towards us. He’s not as tall as Noel, but his muscles are evident under his white dress shirt. This guy doesn’t skip arm day.

“I’ve been busy.” Noel leans in to hug the guy. “Evan, meet Holly. Holly, this is my younger brother Evan and the brains behind Sinful Bites.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Evan takes my hand and stares into my eyes. His eyes are so like Noel’s, but his features are sharper.

“I hear you are what’s keeping Noel busy. Nice ring. The others are in here, come.”

Evan leads us through a set of double wooden doors that open to a private dining room.

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