Page 98 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

I push my hips towards him.

His laugh vibrates through me, tickling my sensitive skin.

“Did you say, husband?”

My mind somehow clues in as he sucks on my clit. My legs tremble with the force of the orgasm building. It already wants to explode.

“Kept husband?” I repeat.

The breath is taken away from me because I never imagined a husband. Partners, yes, long-term boyfriend, yes, but I don’t know if I ever saw myself married.

Noel pushes my legs further apart, and all the thoughts fly out of my head as he slips a thumb on my clit, his mouth on my inner thigh.

“Mmmm-hmm. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Noel!” Quick and fast, the blissful wave of pleasure crashes over me.

I move my legs to curl them up, but Noel is beside me and curls his body around mine.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come,” he murmurs against my ear. His hot breath sends tingles down my spine.

“Once you see the kind of slob I am, will you still think I’m gorgeous?”

“You could be a hoarder, and I’d still love you.”

I hear the smile in his voice and turn to look at him. His hair is tousled, and he’s smiling at me.

“Wait till you see how little I have in the fridge.”

“Okay, I’m out then.” Noel gets up, grinning.

“Wait! I have wine and gift baskets!”

“In that case, I think you’re worth keeping.” Noel laughs, kissing me hot and fast.

“I need a shower,” I tell him.

“You smell like me. I like it.”

I know I’m blushing furiously, and my pulse is racing. If this is how we start each morning, I’ll never make it to the office.

So before I can change my mind, I leap off the bed, throw on a T-shirt and wander into the kitchen.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Noel is behind me, naked.

“No, but if you’re going to insist on kissing me every three seconds, I’m going to need food.”

Two gift baskets are on my counter. One is jams, brie and crackers, and the other is an arrangement of chocolates and a dessert wine.

I open the cheese and jam basket. It comes with a cheese knife and a cutting board, and I put it on the counter.

“Think this brie is any good?” I hold up the wheel.

Noel takes it from my hands. “It’s from Denmark. It looks fancy.”

“Is this the kind of thing you eat?”

Noel cocks an eyebrow at me. “Because I’m a rich snob?”

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