Page 32 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“How is your first day at Vixen’s Paradise?”

“Aside from the Kinkmas, this feels good. Like I am in my own Christmas card.”

The ride is smooth, and the horses are familiar with this path.

“Good,” Noel says. “I needed this, too. I’m glad I bumped into you in that airport.”

Snow starts to fall. I stick my tongue out, catching the flakes. It strikes me that I should be on the beach right now.

“I’m happy that I’m not in Mexico right now.”

“Even with the snow?” Noel brushes a few flurries off my shoulder.

“This is a pretty place to see the snow.”

“If we still like each other at the end of Kinkmas, maybe I’ll take you somewhere warm next year.”

“Does the Brennon Consortium have properties in Cozumel?”

Noel tilts his head, steadying me. “How do you know it’s a consortium?”

My mind races. I blush, wondering if somehow he’s going to find out that I’m one of the people he wants to buy land from, and I don’t want that because I don’t want to ruin this moment.

“I think I saw it on the website.”

“Maybe Theo updated it.” Noel frowns. “Though we only use that name for legal purposes.”

“Do all your brothers have properties?”

“No, only Evan with Sinful Bites. Hunter and Theo help out. What does your family do?”

“Not own kink-friendly establishments.” I smile and squeeze his thigh, wanting him to relax. “My mom is an X-ray technician and has done that for years, though I keep telling her to retire. My stepfather is a music producer, and my cousin is a stay-at-home mom.”

“You are close to them?”

“Yeah. My cousin and I are like sisters.”

The sleigh turns, and I can’t help but gasp. I wasn’t expecting to come upon Gran’s property so suddenly, but here is the start of the long driveway and the old house with boarded-up windows. It looks sad and forlorn.

I almost say something, but the vibrations rock me, pulsing hard against my clit. I let out a little shriek and grip Noel’s arm.

He grins wolfishly, holding the remote. “Give it to me, Holly.”

The pulsating pressure increases. Noel places a hand on my thigh, holding my legs apart. And even as I’m horrified, my toes curl. The pressure builds to a force I can’t hold back, and as the orgasm rolls through me, I scream, right there in the back of the sleigh, with the driver up front, who can clearly hear me.

“Noel! Oh God.” I pant.

“That’s the first of many, lovely Holly. I’m going to have fun on this Christmas day.”

“And what’s my fun, Noel?”

“This is fun for you.”

Damn, he’s a handsome man, grinning like he got a prize.

Handsome and confident and sexy as hell. The driver laughs, telling the horses to crack on, and they break into a trot over the gentle slope of the hill. Just as they were on the other side of the hill, vibrations ping through me, so hard and fast, I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut against the pressure.

“Noel!” I grab his arm, rightly.

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