Page 33 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“Be a good girl and give me your orgasm, Holly.”

“I…can’t,” I grit out.

Noel cups the back of my head. His dark chocolate eyes meet mine. “Yes, you can. Now, Holly.”

This is too much, but the vibrations roll through me, even though the aftershocks haven’t finished from the last orgasm.

“Noel!” I shriek into his jacket.

The pleasure rips through me so fast it feels like it’s separating me from my body.

“Noel! This feels so…good…God!” I can’t catch my breath. My head is floaty and my body is completely boneless.

He kisses my brow. “That’s a good girl. Now, I’ll let you enjoy the ride.”

A second later, I feel a low hum roll through my body. The man hadn’t put away the remote control. He just switched it to the lowest setting to torture me this way.

“Evil!” I protest.

“I have to keep playing with my present.”

I lean against him, jostling at the low murmur of sensations rolling through my centre. They are more annoying than anything, leaving me wanting more and not wanting it at all. Like an insect buzzing around my face, it’s a constant buzz of annoyance.

I lean against Noel, trying to ignore it.

By the time we are back at the driveway of Vixen’s Paradise, the snow is thick, and I’m ready to be out of the cold.

“Are you hungry, or would you like wine in my room?”

“Not hungry. As long as your room has a fireplace, I’m good with it.”

“I have a fireplace.”

“Deal.”

Noel laughs. “You’re an easy woman to please.”

Aaron stops the sleigh, gives me and Noel a wave, and the horses disappear around the building.

“It’s pretty.”

“You’re pretty,” Noel says.

I shake my head at him but grin, and he holds the door open for me.

We stomp the snow off our boots and leave them by the door. I notice a rack holding slippers and help myself to a fuzzy green pair.

“Nice touch.”

“We try.” Noel grins.

Laughter floats from the Parlour, where a man with a white beard plays carols on the piano.

A large man runs down the hall, chasing a woman who has tinsel in her hair.

“It’s festive here,” I say.

Noel laughs. “As it should be. Right this way.”

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