Page 36 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“Good girl,” Noel exhales, cupping my nape. “You’re extraordinary.”

I’m liquid at his praise and sit back to look at him. His hair is dishevelled, but his expression is one of awe, making me proud.

“I’ll be right back.” Noel disappears behind a door I didn’t notice before, near the bed by the window. I hear water running, and then he’s back, holding a face cloth out to me.

He leans down and wipes my mouth with the warm cloth. I take it from his fingers and shyly use it to clean up his cock.

“I haven’t had a chance to do that in a long time,” I say.

Noel hands me my wine glass, and staying on my knees, I drink it. I’m relishing in how…submissive I feel, and I like it.

“Your ex didn’t like you giving him head?” The exclamation in his tone is comical, but yeah, it’s true. Phil’s idea of sex was two minutes of missionary with the lights off.

“No…my sex life has faltered between non-existent and vanilla for the past two years.”

“What an idiot,” Noel murmurs.

I laugh. “This is fun. It feels good to laugh.”

“You haven’t done much of that either?”

I take another sip of wine, my mind wandering to work. At the beginning of the month, a client got trashed on his ex-girlfriend’s wedding night, showing up to set the next day smelling like a bar and nearly got fired. It took a lot of massaging of that producer’s ego to keep him.

Another client had a crisis and wanted to quit before the series wrapped up, violating the terms of their contract.

I went with them to set every day for a week and acted as their personal cheerleader.

“Work’s been chaotic.”

“Is the screen protector business that stressful?” Noel’s lips twitch.

“You could say that.”

“I needed this Christmas break, too. Thanks for spending it with me.”

I take his outstretched hand, and he helps me to my feet.

He hugs me, and I lean against his wall of muscles, breathing in his delicious scent. A part of me could stay in his arms forever. A part of me wants to.

Noel leads me to the bed, and my breath catches in my throat. From here, I can see my Gran’s property.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes, fine.”

“Holly, I think you are a beautiful, capable woman. If there is anything you want to share, I promise to treat it with the utmost respect.” The confidence mixed with gentleness in his tone wraps around my heart.

All of the times that men who were interested in me gave me a similar promise flash through my mind, and I glance at him. He’s standing off the side, his gaze somewhere above my ear. Would he think I’m a liar if I told him who I was? Or that I was trying to influence him somehow when it came to selling Gran’s farm?

But more than that, I want the rest of Kinkmas, and I don’t want to risk that.

“I know you would,” I say. I smile and sit on the end of the bed. “I’m starving. What are our dinner options?”

Noel grins. “I’m so glad you asked.” His hand slips into his pocket.

Vibrations shoot through my core, awakening the vibe once more.

“Noel! I forgot you had that!”

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