Page 1 of The Noisemaker

PROLOGUE

“My hot holiday hookup wasn’t with a random stranger. He was my boyfriend at the time. Does that count?” I asked the beautiful woman in the stylish white coat.

“That counts. That’s fine,” Zola Patterson assured me, waving her hand emphatically. “Some of the people who have submitted their stories were random hookups that were just for the night. Some were hookups that turned into more. Some were relationships that just got hot on that particular holiday. And some were the rekindling of an old sexual flame.” She shrugged. “As long as the hookup happened on a holiday, I’ll take it!”

I nodded. “Well…” The smile stretched across my face as I got comfortable in my chair. “Let me tell you what happened on New Year’s Eve.”

CHAPTER1

Staring through the glass shower door, I watched him enter the bathroom. I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around my damp body, and strolled over to my boyfriend of fifteen months. Kissing his back, I peeked around his broad shoulders and eyed him in the foggy mirror. Chiseled jawline, full sexy lips, and enviably long eyelashes, Desmond Porter’s face was as mesmerizing as his body. My hand slid across his muscled chest and my fingers danced over his defined abs.

We fell asleep last night before we could have sex and I wanted to right that wrong.

“Desmond,” I cooed, dragging my nails over the waistband of his boxer briefs.

He stared back at me in the steaminess of the bathroom. “Aria.”

And his voice was as deep as his soul.

“Do you remember the night we met?” I asked innocently.

“Yes. One of the best and luckiest nights of my life,” he answered.

“I love that response,” I cooed in his ear. “That makes me happy.”

“I love seeing you happy.”

His body tensed in anticipation as I outlined his growing erection. He stopped sponging his hair and looked down at my hand.

“What are you doing?” he groaned.

I slipped my hand inside his waistband and wrapped my hand around the base of his dick. I stroked him, feeling him grow with my touch. “Hopefully you in a few minutes.”

He licked his lips and let out a sexy grunt. “I would if I could, but I have somewhere I have to be in thirty minutes. But I’ll be right back.”

My brows furrowed and my hand froze as I was just about to round the head of his thick dick. “What? It’s eight o’clock in the morning on New Year’s Eve! Where are you going?”

“To pick up something. It’s a surprise.”

I took my hand out of his boxer briefs and moved to his side. “I thought we were spending the whole day together.”

“We are, we are,” he assured me.

Confusion pursed my lips. “Um do you want to tell me where you’re going and what you’re going to get?”

“It’s a surprise. I just have to pick something up for tonight and then”—he turned to fully face me— “we can do any and everything you want to do today.”

My scowl turned into a smirk as his eyes hungrily checked me out. “Fine,” I relented when our eyes connected again. Lifting my finger, I poked him in his bare chest. “But just so you know, I was going to suck your soul from your body and make you my famous omelette.”

“Does me running out to get something you’re going to love disqualify me from that treatment?”

“Are you going to tell me what it is you’re going to get?”

“It’s a surprise,” he repeated.

“Then yes, disqualification.” I turned on my heel and sauntered out of the bathroom to our bedroom.

“What?” He chuckled, following behind me. “Damn, you’re cold.”

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