Page 63 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“I just don’t want to deal with it. I want them to stop calling me.”

“I hear you, Stella. I’ll take care of it.”

I ordered breakfast in my room, and taking my time, I read over the latest offer from Brennon Consortium.

Their price is fair, but I thought they could go higher.

Noel texted me around three in the afternoon, asking if I wanted to go ice skating with him and his friends before we got to Kinkmas Day Four activities.

It was exactly what I needed, being out in the cold air, moving my body. I hadn’t skated since I was a kid. But Noel was steady on his feet, looking like a pro out there.

Laughter comes from the dining room, and I poke my head in, waving to the group.

“We’re taking our drinks upstairs. Thanks for letting me tag along. I had a great time!”

Cat rushes towards me, her arms out for a hug. “Our pleasure, Holly. Thanks for not laughing at me as I stumbled across the ice.”

“You make this guy look good,” Pauline says, grabbing Noel’s arm playfully. “Will we see you at the Fire and Ice play party tomorrow?”

I swallow past a lump in my throat. Tomorrow is the last day of Kinkmas.

“She’ll be there. I have plans for this one.” Noel grins wickedly, his hands warm and firm on my shoulders.

“Night, friends.” He waves.

“Night, Holly!” All of them chorus. I return their waves, and Noel takes my arm.

“Now you, my present, are all mine.”

He waggles his eyebrows, and I laugh, reaching up to trace the dimple in his cleft chin.

“What were you thinking tonight?”

“That I need to taste you and make you come so many times you are begging me to stop.”

A shudder rolls through me as heat creeps up my neck, but I keep climbing the stairs.

“Yeah?” I tilt my head, enjoying how his muscles ripple under his T-shirt.

“Yeah, that’s my plan.” With two steps, he cages me against the door. His mouth is on my neck. His hot lips are tracing a line across my jaw. I want him so much.

It feels so damn good to be wanted.

Giggling, I open the door, and we tumble in, barely making it to the bed.

Noel pushes me back, and I fall on the soft mattress, clutching his arms.

“All day, I’ve wanted to taste you.” His hands go to the hem of my sweater, but I’m super impatient, so I throw it off, along with my T-shirt underneath.

Noel’s lips drag across the hollow of my throat to my collarbone.

I let out a soft moan, his mouth slanting over mine. For a moment, I pretend that this man is mine. My fingers trail through his silky hair, and I arch my hips in invitation.

Noel unbuttons the lace clasp of my bra, tossing it to the floor. He thumbs my nipple back and forth as if it’s a guitar string.

I cry out at the heated touch, wanting more and less pressure. He leans his head close to my breasts, and he takes my nipple into his mouth.

Oh God. I’m lost in the sensations he’s awakening with every hard, long pull of my nipple. He’s tasting me as if I am a dessert to savour.

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