Page 19 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

She rewards me with another dazzling smile, and my heart lurches.

What am I doing? Having fun. Indulging. Everything I set out to do when I decided to spend Christmas at Vixen’s Paradise.

“I’m on birth control and was tested for STIs last month. I…wondered if Phil was cheating on me.”

“I’m sorry your relationship was unfulfilling.”

She throws her shoulders back, piercing me with that glowing green gaze. “I’m starting to get mad at myself for staying that long, but a new year is in sight, right?”

Servers set fresh plates down in front of us.

I break off a piece of the mushroom with my fork and hold it to her mouth. She closes her eyes, opens her mouth, closes it and makes a sound of pleasure that I want to hear her hum around my cock.

Damn, it has been a long time since I fed a woman.

Pleasure ripples through me as I continue to feed her small bites, enjoying how her lips close around my fork, how she takes her time chewing and swallowing.

“Can we be done with dinner, Noel?”

With how my cock is throbbing in my pants, it’s a great idea.

“Yes, Holly.” I throw my napkin on the table, stand and offer her my arm.

I lead us out of the empty dining room. At the bottom of the stairs, I stop, placing my hands on her shoulders. “I need to grab a few things from my room. I’d like you waiting for me.”

“Undressed?”

“Exactly.” I run the back of my knuckles over her jaw, ignoring the ache of guilt pulling at my heart.

“Don’t leave me waiting too long, Noel.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I give her cheek a peck and watch as she climbs the stairs.

6 HOLLY

My heart races as I climb each step. Forcing myself to not look back, I keep my shoulders straight and hold my head high.

Inside, I’m a mess of self-doubt coupled with buzzing anticipation.

Dinner with Noel wasn’t what I expected, but it left me wanting more. It feels good to have a man look at me like he does–with want in his eyes.

It feels freeing–like the tension I carried in my body and my pent-up emotions from this last year all melted away–because I spat out my innermost desire.

He didn’t laugh in my face.

After my last relationship with a Dom, I didn’t think I’d ever give it a chance again. But five days of kinky play, with no attachments, is a safe way to dip my toes in the water again.

I’m not the twenty-something-year-old who got lost under a big personality and pretty promises.

I’m almost thirty, successful in my male-dominated field. My ability to read people is far better than it was back then.

Maybe I need to tell myself these things, cloak myself in reassurances that this is okay, that I am allowed to go and play and have my sexual needs met as I step out of my dress and hang it in the closet.

Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I pause. I’m not shy, and I like the curve of my hips. The muscles I’ve worked hard to put on at the gym give my body strength. My C-cup breasts have always been okay, not too big and not too small, and I walk across the room as if I am trying on my nakedness for size to get comfortable before Noel arrives.

I know he’ll expect me to be waiting on the bed.

I’m not a brat by nature. But I don’t want to do what is expected, and I want to see how he’ll react when he opens the door and finds me not on the bed.

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