Page 38 of Inherited Holiday

CHAPTER 15

NICHOLAS

Ichuckled, shaking my head, grabbing her by the waist and making her squeal when she tried to walk by me in my bedroom after changing in the bathroom.

“Did you think you could walk by me without me touching you? Especially when you’re wearing that.”

“It’s a dress.”

“It’s a shirt you wear as a dress.”

“I have a tiny torso.”

“You have a tiny everything. That tight little pussy of yours could tempt a saint.”

She turned to face me, cocking her head to the side and placing her hands on my chest. I leaned forward like I was going to kiss her, but at the last second, I clicked my teeth together like I was going to bite her.

“Are you trying to provoke me?”

“It depends. Is it working?”

“So you want to ride my sleigh tonight?”

She looked down at her watch. “I guess I could fit you in, butSanta, is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She played coy.

We took the puppy for a walk, and it was almost midnight. I still hadn’t changed out of my outfit.

“I don’t know, Elle. Why don’t you get on your knees and come find out, so you can empty Santa’s sack?”

“But…it’s not Christmas yet.”

“Elle, unlike Santa, I come more than once a year.”

She giggled, twirling a strand of her long hair, and it was still the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Noelle knew exactly the role she wanted to play in this perverted Christmas fantasy.

“But what would the elves say?”

If anything, she taunted me with her long lashes.

Kissing down the side of her neck, I moved my fingers onto her bare inner thigh, making her moan in approval. My fingers skimmed higher and higher up her long, silky skin.

She sucked in a breath, anticipating my next move as I continued my gentle torture for a few more seconds. I inched closer and closer to where she wanted me to touch her the most.

“Stand up.” She did, cocking her head to the side and backing away a bit.

“Take your dress off for me,” I ordered, leaning on the back of my hands to enjoy the show that was Noelle Woods.

She reached for the hem.

“Slower.”

She slowly lifted her dress over her creamy thighs, and I rubbed my fingers over my mouth, already tasting her on my tongue. She threw her dress on the floor and stood in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties.

“Turn for me.”

She did.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, loud enough for her to hear.

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