Page 25 of Christmas with the Denton Billionaires

“Josh!” There was an edge to her voice that told him the little push had done it. She wailed, her thighs turning into a vice around his hips. “Ohhh, Josh, I’m coming!”

He surged into her again, burying himself until he could go no farther, and the velvet squeeze of her pussy sent him over the edge too. His limbs turned hot, and for a moment he couldn’t see anything except the swirl of pleasure inside him. His hips jerked as he came, and a low, gravelly groan escaped him.

“Ohhh my God,” she moaned, a puddle beneath him. Her legs folded down to the bed, and she blinked lazily, a smile creeping across her face.

He grunted, easing himself out of her before hitting the bed. He quickly pulled the condom off, dropping it into the trash by the bed. Rolling to face her, he tugged her into his arms, needing the weight of her against him. They lay like that, breathing heavily and intertwined, for a long time. Saying nothing. Just soaking in the post-orgasm bliss.

Finally, Amelia shifted in his arms, turning to face him.

“Wanna order room service?”

Josh laughed, swiping his thumb across her jawline. “What do you want?”

“Cake.”

“We had dessert at your parents’ house.”

“But I need cake after what just happened.”

Josh laughed, rolling off the bed. He went to the bedside phone, and her eyes sparkled as she watched him.

“Wow. I didn’t meanyouhad to call for cake. But I like the fact that there was no question.”

He smiled, picking up the receiver to call down to the desk. He ordered two slices of chocolate cake, fresh berries and a bottle of wine. Just in case.

“I like this,” she said once he climbed back onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. “Second dessert. It’s almost Christmas, anyway, so why not indulge ourselves?”

He murmured his agreement, his lips trailing kisses down her neck.

“We need to replace the calories,” Josh affirmed. “But it serves another purpose too. Though you might not have realized it, the chocolate cake qualifies as reconnaissance.”

“Does it?”

He nodded, squeezing a handful of her ass. “Oh yeah. You see, I’m big on the cake that’s served in our existing hotels. But maybe their cake is better. We need to find out.”

Amelia laughed, propping up on an elbow to look up at him. “Why the big deal about cake?”

A flicker of doubt flashed through him. He didn’t normally get too deep about his family life with anyone, but with Amelia, it seemed safe to go there. “Just one of the ways I try to honor my mother’s memory. She madethe bestchocolate cake. Like, out of this world. And, well…” The clamp of emotion arrived. But after so many years without her, the grief didn’t hold him hostage anymore. He could talk about her now. “It’s how I try to keep her memory around.”

Amelia trailed a finger along his collarbone, her brows drawn. “That’s really sweet. I’m glad to know that, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I thought maybe you were obsessed with cake.” She grinned, and he tugged her by the hip, bringing her closer to him.

“Maybe I am. But for all the right reasons.”

Amelia snuggled up against him. “Hm. If I had to do something in my mother’s honor for my epic chain of hotels…well…I think she’d like it best if I served potato salad nonstop.”

Josh laughed. “I missed her potato salad obsession over dinner.”

“It’s only a matter of time before she reveals it. Trust me. It was one of the reasons I had to move to New York.”

Josh laughed. “The biggest reason, right?”

“Escaping potato salad for every meal was the primary reason. Building my career was a close second.”

Her words made his smile fall a little. The career that had led her to him…and stalled out in his office.

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