Page 46 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

“We’ll see.”

My nose wiggled against his neck. The woodsy aftershave made my nipples harden against Noah’s chest.

Before the week was out, I planned to nudge Noah into opening up.

NOAH

FEASTING ON HOPE’Sbreasts first thing in the morning made for a spectacular way to start my day. The greedy woman couldn’t stop grabbing my cock. I swear she had the wettest pussy I’d ever encountered.

I paid a plowing service to clear the driveways to our cabins. Neither of us had garages. I’d pay a company to build them. Renovating the interior of the cabins was as far as I was willing to go.

The plow guy waved as he drove away. Our second visitor rolled up soon after. The local doctor. He tested Hope and I for STD’s. An hour later, he called. Said our tests were negative. This was a perk to having money. Donating one hundred thousand to the town's toy drive was motivation for the doctor's complete rapid STD testing.

Me and Hope’s cabins were the only ones on our side of the mountain. My two-story home was at the front of the five-acre lot.

The delivery guys left the new tubs and appliances, then hauled the old pieces away.

“Hope, I’m back,” I called out as I entered her cabin.

“I’m in the bedroom.”

I leaned against the doorway. “Are you ready?”

“To tackle the bathroom. Absolutely. I can’t wait to have my very own oasis,” she grinned.

“Next year, will you join me here for Christmas?”

“In your cute cabin. Maybe.”

“Not funny.” She strutted into the bathroom wearing a black Ms. Clause red T-shirt.

“I can’t wait to use the heated floors,” she beamed.

“Are you really selling your family home?”

“My mom doesn’t want me to sell.”

“I’m with your mom. But it’s ultimately your decision.”

I turned her to face the gigantic mirror we installed. “Do you like our work?”

“I love all of our work.”

Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I smiled. “Good.”

“Noah, we need to talk.”

Fuck, the words I dreaded fell from her pouty lips.

“About?”

She held my arms. “Your hatred toward Christmas.”

“It’s not that big of a deal. I enjoy Thanksgiving, New Year's Eve, Memorial Day, The Fourth of July. And even though I’m Italian, St. Patrick’s Day is one to be celebrated every year.”

Her face fell flat.

“Did you ever like Christmas?”

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