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His pace picks up, and he presses his free hand to my lower back. When he thrusts back in, he hits a spot inside me that I know will set me off. Which is something he learned the other day, so it’s no surprise that when he slams back into me, he pinches my clit at the same exact time.

My orgasm tears through me, shooting through my body as Noah slams into me with my name leaving his lips, cumming with me.

He folds himself over my back, collapsing on top of me while we both catch our breath.

When I finally open my eyes, I laugh.

“What could you possibly be laughing at while I still have you impaled on my cock?” Noah questions and it only makes me giggle harder. He groans, pushing up to his feet and pulling out of me.

“I hadn’t even felt the table move,” I say through my fit of laughter and that’s when Noah finally notices it as well.

I had been so focused on him fucking me, that I was completely oblivious to the fact that the entire table was moving. Noah runs a hand through his hair, that devious smirk painted across his lips as he turns to look at the other table.

“Well, now if anyone asks, we can say that massage tables are sturdy.”

Chapter 12- Noah

“Ya know, for as much as I miss my family’s Christmas traditions, I could definitely get used to this,” Bri sighs contently, scooping up a spoonful of the chocolate mousse we had delivered with dinner.

We had originally planned to go try one of the other restaurants on the resort tonight, but after I kicked the massage therapists out, we were more than happy to let our plans change. Besides, staying here meant that Bri didn’t have to put clothes on, so really the decision of where to have dinner was easy.

Bri brings the spoon to her mouth but doesn’t look away from the view outside the bedroom doors. Yesterday when she brought up the Christmas tree thing, it was easy to tell that it was weighing on her. At that moment, she looked as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“Do you have a favorite thing to do around the holidays?” she asks, finally turning to me. I study her expression, searching for any of that lingering sadness from yesterday.

But at least now, she appears happy.

Tearing my gaze from her, I look out over the water and think my answer over.

We haven’t celebrated the holidays in a long time. My mom used to go all out with decorations, baked goods, and presents. Since she passed away, all the old decorations have been in storage boxes collecting dust in the basement. The only cookies we eat now are the ones Mrs. Jones brings us. There’s only one thing that has remained the same, and that’s what I tell her.

“Every year my brother and I dress up one of the horses as Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer and let him loose on the town on the day of their winter carnival. We keep eyes on him at all times, but it makes everyone happy.”

Bri straightens, gasping as her hand swings out to clutch my arm. For a second, I wonder if I did something wrong.

“You have a horse?” she questions, her face completely serious, and I nod slowly.

“Yeah, a few actually…” I trail off, uncertain of what she’s going to say next.

Her grip on my arm tightens and a beautiful smile spreads across her face.

“That’s freaking amazing. Owning a horse is one of those childhood dreams that I always think I outgrew, but then I see one in a field, and it all comes rushing back.”

She relaxes back in her spot, shaking her head as she continues dreamily.

“I would leave the city in a heartbeat if it meant I got to own a horse.”

I can’t help but smile at her words, images of her back at the farm on top of one of the horses teasing my mind.

Clearing my throat, I change the subject in hopes she can’t see what I was just thinking.

“What’s your favorite thing about the holidays? Aside from the Christmas tree.”

She pulls a knee to her chest, wrapping her arms around it and resting her cheek on top of it while smiling softly at me.

“Every year on Christmas Eve, my siblings and I watch The Nightmare Before Christmas at exactly ten thirty at night. That way, by the time we finished, it would be midnight and officially Christmas Day.”

“I’ve never seen that,” I whisper. She whips her head up.

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