Page 39 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

CHAPTER EIGHT

HOPE

I didn’t understand. Was this a short-term relationship?

“Will our relationship end after the holiday?”

“Hell no. We don’t have to discuss living arrangements right now.”

“Noah, the other night you poked fun at my kids and husband enjoying Christmas traditions.”

“Our kids. Yeah.”

I stopped and my mouth dropped open.

He glanced over his shoulder. “We have to keep moving.” Noah pulled me along.

“Hope, I’ll decorate whatever you want. You and our children can partake in everything else.”

“What about the ugly Christmas sweater holiday cards?”

“You’re killing me.”

“How soon will we see each other after the new year?”

“Hope, what are you talking about?”

“Do you plan to visit me or would you like me to fly to Aspen?”

“We’ll fly to Charleston. Whatever you don’t want the movers to pack and ship to Aspen we can take with us on the jet.”

I wiggled my hand. “Release me.”

“No, what’s wrong?”

My lips tightened. “Noah, you want to kidnap me,” I growled.

He snickered. “That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”

“You didn’t ask what I wanted to do. Maybe I’m fine with a long-distance relationship.”

His hand landed on his broad chest and he laughed. “That’s funny.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Not at all. I plan to wake up to that beautiful face every fucking day.”

“I don’t think so, Noah.”

He leaned into my ear. “After I eat the fuck out of that gum drop pussy, we’ll see how long you can stay away.”

Noah gripped my hand tighter as we glided around the rink.

Shit, my panties were soaked just that fast. He left my pussy pulsating, and he hadn’t touched me yet. I couldn’t think clearly after that affirmation.

“Hope, Noah.” Ismael skated beside me, fucking up the imagery of Noah eating my pussy.

“How are you tonight?” He wore a Santa hat tilted on his head.

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