Page 28 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

My heart banged against my ribcage. “You’re funny.”

Noah’s fork clanked the blue plate. “I’m not joking.”

A vibrant chuckle rolled from my throat. “Is this because I flirted with Ismael?”

His brooding frame relaxed in the wooden chair. “No. You’ve crawled under my skin and set up residence. Your snarky comments send my heart blazing. I hate the whole...” He waved his hand up and down the middle, peering at my Ms. Clause robe.

I twisted in my seat and crossed my legs, showing off my green and red elf slippers.

His big hand gruffly ran over his face. “...Christmas cheer outfits.”

Shaking my head, I shot to my feet and cleared the table.

“Then you don’t want me. Not to worry because I’m not into dating brooding men who are anti Christmas.” I stepped over to the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed dishes.

“Is that so?” his deep voice filled the room. Sounded like he was moving closer. Noah placed his hands on either side of the sink, caging me in.

“Your knee massaged my thigh half the night,” he whispered in my ear.

“Kept my cock on high alert. The things I plan to do to you.” His pointy nose nuzzled my ear.

“You’re poking me again with your-”

“Long...thick peppermint stick,” he growled.

My body shivered against his broad chest.

Fuck, did he just make me come? It’s not safe to have sex with him. You could get dick whipped.

“Noah,” I swallowed hard trying to keep my pussy from betraying me.

“I love when you say my name. I’ll love it better once you’re riding my thick peppermint stick on Santa’s sleigh,” he released a vicious chuckle that shot to my core.

“Can, can we get to work please?” I panted.

“It’s not safe for us to sleep together anymore.”

“For you or me?”

“I don’t know, Noah,” I bit out.

“Ok.” His soft lips fell against my hair. My fucking knees buckled.

Noah pressed his body firm against mine. “Are you, all right?”

“Yup,” I lied. Time for a long shower.

“See you in fifteen. I hope that’s enough time for you to get cleaned up,” he chuckled.

Asshole.How did he know the effect he had on me?

**P**

Twenty-five minutes later, I shuffled over to his house. This time in proper winter boots.

I knocked as I opened the door. “I’m ready to get to work.”

He stood over a table, firmly holding an electric saw, cutting blocks of wood.

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