Page 68 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

I pause with my fork halfway to her lips. The stare she levels at me is blazing with tension. The robe dips, showing her creamy breasts. Her hair, still wet from her shower, curls at the ends. Holly looks like a figure out of a painting.

This moment feels like we are on the cusp of something, and she’s waiting, poised to hear my answer.

Her confidence is like a welcome cold snap. Over the past few days, as I’ve spent time with her, I’ve appreciated her ability to tell me what she wants.

It’s a quiet confidence that gives her presence an aura that lights up the entire room. And I want more of her light. I want to breathe in her scent and have her tangy taste on my tongue–even though I spent hours exploring and tasting her, it’s not enough. My hunger for her burns with an intense desire I’ve never experienced.

What I had with my wife was solid and special, but what I am finding with Holly is a renewed fire.

“Holly…I…” I don’t want her to see me as weak, but the words stick in my throat. I sip the hot toddy, the sourness of the lemon and brandy focusing me. “Yes.” The word doesn’t get stuck in my throat. I say it as if it’s an exclamation mark because I mean it.

Her perfectly arched eyebrows rise to her hairline.

“Yes?”

“Yes, I will spend the night with you.” I lift the fork to her mouth, and her lips close around it. She swallows. I reach for her hand. Her hand looks small in mine, delicate and soft, but I take care of it, holding it gently.

“I would love to spend the night with you. I wonder how many times I can make you come.”

She closes her eyes as a delicious shudder rocks through her body. “Wasn’t it five?”

“Oh, you’re right. Maybe it’s time to see how long you last without coming.”

“Haven’t we done that before?”

“We have.” I nod. “But I like repeating good things. Don’t you?”

The small smile she gives me makes me hum in appreciation. “Yes, I do. And what happens if I do come?”

My mind whirs with possibilities. I stretch my legs out, rubbing my foot over hers.

“How would you feel about a spanking tomorrow night at the Fire and Ice party?”

In my mind, I see her perfectly shaped ass covered in trails of wax, disrupted by my palm.

“Deal, Noel. If I come, you get to spank me at the party.”

The blood rushes right to my cock, it throbs, insistent, and I need to be inside this woman more than anything in the entire world.

“Good.”

“Why are we waiting?” She pushes her chair back.

I stumble out of my chair, like an oversized ogre to her cool ice Princess. I own the damn building, and yet this woman’s offer is so heady, so enthralling, I am knocked off balance.

She grabs my arm, tugging me to the bed.

“You’re always impatient.” I laugh.

“Yes, when it’s something I want.” She keeps tugging my hand, and I go with her, allowing her to push me down. Her robe falls open, revealing her gorgeous breasts.

I weigh them in my hands and brush those sweet nipples that are already beaded and pointed.

She gasps as I keep the pressure up, and I want more of her sounds. I press her nipples inwards against her breasts until she squeals.

One night? A huge part of me wants to give this woman more than one night. Because I want to hear every noise she makes, to take in how the pleasure softens her features. I want more of her sweet surrender, of how her whole body bows under my tongue and hands.

Holly reaches for the hem of my shirt. I grab it and press a kiss to the pulse point on her wrist. I get my shirt off.

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