Page 66 of Christmas with the Denton Billionaires

“I might need to sit out here for a while,” he said, wetting his bottom lip as his gaze dragged over the width of her hips. He could practically feel those legs wrapped around him again. And he was dying for it. “But I can’t look at you for another second or I’ll have to do something about it.”

Jules giggled, her gaze darting toward the driver. “We should go inside.”

Mitch heaved a sigh, reluctant to let her out of his sight. But it was for the best. “Okay. Yes. Let’s go inside.”

She sent him a private smile and stepped out of the car, letting in a cold blast of air. Mitch ground his jaw, unable to watch anything other than the sway of her ass as she strutted toward the front doors. Once she was inside, he pushed out of the car and hurried after her. She had him feeling like a teenager again. One sexy look would have him covering his crotch in public.

Jules waited for him with a sly smile in the lobby, and he quickly caught up with her. He made sure to keep his distance as they walked toward the penthouse elevator.

But not because he was worried about what her touch might do to him.

Because he couldn’t let spying eyes see. The infrequent staff members who came to his penthouse were one thing. They were sworn to secrecy and paid for their discretion. But the rest of the hotel staff? They loved to gossip about him, and more than a few incriminating things had leaked from his own hotel to the tabloids in earlier years. So now, he knew better than to flaunt his personal life.

The worst part wasn’t even the tabloids.

It was his father.

Mitch tapped his foot as they awaited the elevator, deciding to stuff his hands inside his coat pockets, lest they wander too close to Jules. Once the doors slid open, he nearly pushed her inside. She giggled as he cornered her against the glass wall. The elevator lurched into motion.

“What would you say,” he began, running his thumb along her jawline, “if we had a little fun in here?”

“Like…get it on in the elevator?” Her voice came out a squeak.

He nodded, and her eyes went wider.

“That would be…I mean….are you sure wecan?”

“This is my elevator,” he said, brushing his lips against hers. “My hotel. My penthouse. We can do whatever we want.”

Those words must have been the key to unlock her, because she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hungry kiss. He backed her up against the elevator wall, hands seeking the soft lines of her thighs beneath the dress to hoist her up. When he had her cradled between his body and the unyielding wall of the elevator, a sigh escaped him.

“Enjoying this?” she mumbled through a kiss.

He grunted. “Enjoying is an understatement.” He groped behind him, fingers seeking the panel near the elevator doors. He finally ripped himself away to find the STOP button and pressed it. The car ground to a halt.

Jules giggled. “I’ve never been so naughty in an elevator before.”

He smoothed his lips along her jawline, relishing the taste of her, a mixture of sweetness and spice. “Me neither.”

“That surprises me. With this elevator at your disposal and all.”

He grunted, lifting her again, his hands getting lost in the shimmery depths of her dress. His fingertips found the warm surface of her ass cheek, and he dug in. Desire rippled through him, completely overtook him. He shifted against her. The hard ridge of his cock must have hit the right spot because her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned.

“Yeeesss, Mitch.”

Her voice was a plea he couldn’t ignore. He reached between them to undo his belt, which took longer than normal because of arousal assaulting his system. He could barely think straight with her trapped between his legs. This heady combination of lust and satisfaction would entirely undo him.

“You want more of this?” He ground his pelvis against her, and her breath hitched. Her fingernails dug into his arms as she arched against him.

“Please.” Jules squeezed her thighs around him. “Give meall of it.”

He fished a condom out of his pocket before pushing his pants down. They crumpled around his ankles.

“Ohhh my god.” Her hands trailed down the front of his chest, undoing the buttons along the way. Her small hands slipped inside the fabric of his shirt, and the contact of her fingertips against his skin sent chills up and down his spine. He couldn’t hide the shiver.

“Mmm.” A sly smile curved her lips, and just the sight of her swollen, kiss-bitten lips nearly sent him over the edge. Jules drove him wild in a way that he could barely explain. She was more than a gorgeous woman. Jules felt inexplicably like a partner. If he had stumbled upon Noelle with anyone else, where would that person have ended up?

Probably not backed up against the penthouse elevator wall.

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