Page 67 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“Come here.” Noel slides up to me and wraps his arms around me. He pulls the sheet over my body and nuzzles my neck.

He holds me like that for long moments, where my heart beat finally returns to normal, and I stop crying.

He brushes his fingers across my brow. “What can I get you?”

“We never got to the hot toddy.”

“I will remedy that now.” He brushes my hair off my face.

“I’m going to take a quick shower.”

“Okay.”

In the bathroom, I turn on the taps as hot as I can stand, letting the hot water add to the languidness I feel.

I needed this so much.

This release, the kinky fun time, yes, but more than all that, I needed to be looked at like how Noel looks at me.

I needed to be appreciated and understood. I take time washing my hair before I step out of the shower and throw on the silky robe.

Noel is sitting at the table, arranging cutlery.

“I got cake, too.”

“I never say no to cake.” I brush my hand along his shoulder as I take my seat and pick up the glass.

The amber liquid is warm and lemony on my tongue, soothing.

“How are you feeling, Holly?” Noel reaches for my hand.

“That scene was more intense than I thought. Not as intense as the pet play, intense in a different way.”

“You gave me everything I asked.”

I blush at his glare, the praise in his tone.

He cuts into the chocolate cake with his fork.

I close my eyes against the thought, but before I lose my nerve, I open them to meet his curious stare.

“Will you feed me the cake?” My voice is barely more than I whisper, and I tense, afraid of a moment of rejection.

But he lifts the fork to my mouth. “It’s my pleasure.”

The cake is delicious, dark chocolate and smooth. It dances on my tongue as he feeds me bite after bite in silence. I remember the first time he did this. The pleasure he takes from this is a burst of electricity. I can feel how much pride he is taking in it as he feeds me the cake.

“Is there anything else I can give you?” Noels asks.

I take another sip of the hot toddy.

His head is turned slightly, a small smile on his face.

I shift on my chair, and nerves form a tight ball in my stomach.

“Will you spend the night with me?”

15 NOEL

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