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Noel winks and strides out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I set my tea on the tray by the tub, slip my clothes off and get in.

The warm water eases my tired muscles. This is the kind of Christmas I can get used to.

5 NOEL

DECEMBER 25TH, FIRST DAY OF KINKMAS

Excitement hums through my body as I take the stairs two at a time from my private loft space, exiting behind the reception desk, to the main floor.

I had tried to concentrate on reports and my meeting with Axel, but the image of Holly cupping her tea cup, her eyes glassy with a desire that matched mine, kept flashing through my mind.

I didn’t want to leave her.

I wanted to take off her clothes, watch as she lowered herself into the tub and drink in every inch of her body, but I pride myself on being a gentleman.

Ripping off a woman’s clothes without any prior negotiation isn’t a great way to earn her trust.

I stop in the hallway between the stairs and the Parlour and breathe in the scented candles of cinnamon and vanilla. Every door frame is decorated with boughs of evergreen, and the laughter coming from our guests makes me grin. Homey, cozy, luxurious and kinky; that’s the vision of Vixen’s Paradise.

If I walk down the hallway, instead of turning to the stairs, I’ll go into our spa area and the dungeon.

But tonight, I am taking a beautiful woman to dinner.

My pulse races with anticipation. It’s been years since…I’ve been on a date.

My heart gives a familiar twinge of sadness, but my eagerness to see Holly outweighs it, and I turn the corner as Holly descends the grand staircase. A red silky gown that stops above her knee shows off her gorgeous long legs compliments her green eyes. Her hair is loose in soft waves.

“Good evening, Noel,” her voice is honeyed, her eyes wide.

I lean in to kiss her cheek and take her arm. “That dress clings to your curves in the most delicious way.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you hungry?”

The way her face tilts to mine, her pulse racing at the hollow of her neck, heats my blood.

“Yes, I am.”

The sultry look she gives me makes my dick twitch.

My throat is dry, but I lead her to the dining room. It’s half full of guests enjoying their meal, the mood light with soft classical music playing in the background.

I smile at other guests, some I know from past visits and some are new. I take her to a table in the far corner.

I pull out her chair, her eyebrows raise in surprise, a small smile on her glossy lips.

“How was your bath?” I ask as I take my seat.

“Delightful,” Holly murmurs, fidgeting with the table setting.

“I’m pleased.” I take her hand in mine, rubbing the soft, delicate skin with my thumb.

“Are you so easily pleased?” Holly asks, her eyes light with mirth.

I lean forward, eager to participate in this conversation. “It doesn’t take much to please me. I like a woman who is open about her needs.”

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