Page 77 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

My eyes fell over her ridiculous red, white and brown holiday apron. Little gingerbread men danced all over the frilly material. Claire sent it earlier this week. Along with a few new Christmas sweaters. Thank goodness Christmas would be here in seven days. Then she’d pack the ugly ass sweaters away until next Christmas.

“The extra cookies are for the children in town. We’ll decorate ours and leave the others plain. The kids are having a cookie decorating contest tomorrow. It’s a nice Saturday activity for the children.”

My brows rose. “They still have that contest, huh? My brothers and I took part in the contest every year until Nana died. It was fun.”

“One day our kids will take part in the same contest.”

I arched a brow. “When do you think that will happen? In two years?”

Hope blushed. “I don’t know.”

“We’ve fucked every day. There’s a chance you could be pregnant.”

A wide smile crossed her beautiful lips. “No, Noah. We’re waiting.”

I threw my arms up. “Shit, I tried.”

“Whenever the time comes, I know you will make the best dad.”

“That’s right, Hope. Total opposite of my dad. I wouldn’t ever tell my children they wouldn’t amount to anything.”

She leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed my lips. “My wonderful man wouldn’t ever spew negative words to our babies.”

I caressed her cheek and deepened our kiss. Pulling back, I stared into her dark eyes. “Let’s finish up so I can fuck you all over this house.”

“Oh, yes. I can’t wait for that.” She pressed the cutter through the brown dough.

“Do you bake cookies every year?”

“We baked with my mom for years. Claire, Miles, and I donated the yummy treats to the local shelter. We also participated in Charleston’s annual Christmas cookie decorating contest. It was messy and fun,” she laughed.

I peeked around the crowded countertop littered with baking trays. “How many more cookies do we have to bake?”

“The last batch is in the oven. I looked forward to decorating gingerbread houses. But you probably don’t want to do that. You know, because I’ll win, of course,” she winked.

“Yeah, right. I’ll have you know out of my brothers I always had the best-looking gingerbread house.”

“Get ready to lose your crown.”

“It’s on, baby.” I smacked her round ass.

“Ouch,” she squealed.

HOPE

NOAH AND I PULLED REDwagons filled to the rim with bags of cookies toward town square. Large white snowflakes fell from the sky. The plow company arrived at six this morning to clear our drive and walkways. Three more inches of snow fell overnight. Luckily, the walk leading to the large tent was clear of snow. My eyes widened as I scanned the little cute faces in the enormous crowd.

“This event is massive. I thought there’d be maybe two hundred kids. It’s more like five hundred. Thank goodness we baked a lot of cookies.”

“My palms are still raw from pressing the cookie cutters through so many cookies.” He shook his head.

We halted at the large white cookie drop off tent.

I laughed. “Noah, mine too. Look at their faces. It was worth it.”

“You’re right,” he sighed.

“I’m melting away your Grinch layers.”

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