Page 97 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“Like I said, on the small side. Want to move into my big house? Or we can find something new.”

I turn to see his face. His dark eyes are serious, and his lips are curled up in a little smile.

It’s not that I didn’t believe his words of wanting me and loving me because I mean them too. I love this man with everything I have and can’t wait to get to know him more. I want to know how he spends his days. I can’t wait to try the recipes he’s perfected, but I feel frozen for a second.

I worked so hard to buy this condo, and I don’t know if I am ready to part with it yet.

“Holly, you don’t have to sell your condo.”

“How do you read my mind?”

Noel chuckles. “Your eyes started to flutter, taking in everything in this room. We can find a place together, or I could move in here.”

“I love you.” I kiss him, loving how his lips feel under mine, how he growls in the back of his throat and takes control of the kiss.

He pulls my bottom lip with his teeth, gently grazing it.

“About your Gran’s farm…”

The words make me tense beside him. He drags the back of his hand along my cheeks. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were? I get why you didn’t tell me what you do but why didn’t you tell me you own the farm next to Vixen’s Paradise?”

I shift, so I can see his face better. His expression is calm, he’s waiting for me. “I don’t know. At first I wasn’t sure how to. Your dinner invitation took me by surprise.”

“A good surprise.” he kissed my cheek.

“Yes, a very good surprise,” I threw an arm around him, liking how it settled against his trim waist. “And then I thought if I brought it up…that it would destroy or change what we had. That you would have thought I was there under some kind of pretense or I was trying to influence the offer or something.”

“I get that. But nothing can change what we have, Holly. What I have with you is the magic of Christmas morning. What I have with you, is another chance to love. You have no idea what a gift that is.”

I close my eyes against his soft caress. “I should have told you.”

“Don’t keep things from me, Holly. Not the non-work things you can share.”

That’s going to be different from how I usually operate but looking into his deep pools of chocolate, I answer the only way I can. “I’ll try, Noel. I’ll do my best to share everything.”

“We can work on it,” he kisses me, long and slow. I pull away from him, needing to see his face as I ask him another question.

“Are you serious about not selling my condo?”

“I’m going to be wherever you are, Holly. I don’t need space. I just need you.”

Waves of lovey-dovey syrup crash over me, and I kiss him frantically as if my next breath depends on it.

Noel is richer than I am, and I’m sure he’d rather stay in his big house than in this condo, but the fact that he offered to move in here because he knew how much it means to me? That has my heart racing.

He nudges me to my back. “I’m also fine with being a kept husband.”

He kisses my neck, the hollow at the base of my throat, working his way down to my breasts. He laps and sucks, and I give him all the noises he seems intent on wrangling from my body.

I love watching his muscles flex and move, and he’s on top of me, his eyes glaze into mine, that smile still on his lips.

He throws the blankets off me and nudges my legs apart.

I reach down, the tips of my fingers finding his silky hair.

“Oh, Noel!” I cry out as he swipes his tongue over my clit.

I’m already wet.

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