Page 72 of Christmas with the Denton Billionaires

Because for all intents and purposes, that’s what Noelle and Mitch were to her right now.

Her family, during the coziest, most family-oriented holiday time of the year.

Jules’s own mother lived in upstate New York, and they rarely spent the holidays together anymore, not since her mother had taken a job at a nursing home and usually spent the holidays working so those with families at home could enjoy the time off. Not that Jules minded very much. As much as she loved her mother, the idea of spending the holidays listening to her complain about everything from who Jules was or wasn’t dating, where she lived, or that she didn’t call her mother enough got old quick.

Beyond her mother, she had no other living family. Sure, she had plenty of friends, but those friends had their own families. Their own celebrations. Their own warm and cozy nooks to get back to.

Noelle and Mitch entering her life was incredibly well-timed. And her heart was thankful for it. The idea of enjoying a spectacular Christmas this year without all the parental angst that often went along with hers was a dream come true, and she couldn’t think of anyone else she’d want to include other than Mitch and Noelle.

Once the baby was back in her crib, Mitch led her by the hand through the penthouse. Jules followed him in a floating daze, unable to rip her gaze off the half-unbuttoned work shirt or the well-trimmed stubble on his jaw each time he glanced back with those smoldering eyes.

This man was a fantasy. Better than a fantasy, even. Because in the dreamily tinted stories that little girls fell for, it was only for a handsome man of no substance.

Mitch was all substance. Solid and sturdy and successful. Not to mention sexier than sin. The type of guy to build her upandback her up against the elevator wall.

He kicked the door shut behind her with his foot, leaving the bedroom bathed in moody golden light from the city beyond the window. He didn’t use curtains, preferring to rise with the daylight, and the Manhattan glow filled the bedroom. Even at night, the city was bright enough to light their way as his mouth covered hers and they started a slow stumble back toward the bed.

Mitch’s warm hands cupped her face. She whimpered through the kiss, the mix of his heat and his tongue seeking hers and the solid steel of his body against her creating a vortex of desire she could only get lost in.

“Fuck,” Mitch mumbled through their kiss. When they reached the bed, she fell backward onto the soft comforter. He paused, fishing his phone out of his pocket.

“Baby monitor,” he whispered, swiping through screens. Once he opened the app that would alert them if Noelle started fussing, he tossed it farther up the bed, where it settled near the pillows.

“I’m glad you’re clear-headed enough to think of these things,” Jules joked, desperation swarming her. Her hand drifted between her legs, pussy pulsing with eagerness. She wanted him more than anything, but right now, she neededsomething.Her clit throbbed from wanting attention, and Mitch was moving too damn slow.

He undressed in the dim lighting of the room, his hands moving with methodical precision as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, then moved on to his belt and his pants. The amber glint of Manhattan beyond illuminated his biceps and the ridges of his abs as he undressed. Jules slipped her hand inside her panties as she watched him.

A smile curved his lips. “Mmm.”

Her middle finger swiped over the stiff peak of her clit, causing a jolt through her body. “What?”

Mitch eased onto the bed, tugging at her pants until they crested her hips. He pulled them off and tossed them aside, bringing his lips to her belly.

“That’s my job,” he growled, dragging his teeth over the swell of her hip. Goose bumps spread across her skin under his hot breath. She wriggled in his grip, unable to form words as his head dropped between her legs. He tugged at the scrap of fabric still covering her hips, his lips brushing the sensitive nub there. She inhaled sharply, legs splaying open of their own accord.

He pushed aside her panties, his lips instantly wrapping around her clit. His tongue flicked back and forth over the tight nub while his hands made hot trails up and down her legs. Jules melted back against the bed. Unable to move or speak or even buck her hips.

How long had it been since she’d had a giving lover? Her mind spun with excitement and elation and raw passion as Mitch slurped and suckled at her. He pressed a finger into her, and then another, starting a slow but steady rhythm as he fingerfucked her. Her pussy tightened around him. Yes. Yes. This man knew what he was doing, and he did itwell. She arched backward, reaching for something. Anything. Her fingers found the top of his head and she fisted his hair, tugging lightly. He pushed his fingers inside her deeper, adding a third.

“Ooohhh, Mitch,” she moaned, her thighs tensing in advance of her growing orgasm. She’d never come so quickly or so often with someone. And she’d known this man less than a week. How was it even possible?

He grunted in response, not breaking his rhythm. His tongue swiped and slid against her slippery clit, and finally the pleasure tightened until it exploded, and she was coming, coming so hard. She cried out, locking her thighs around his head, her entire body jerking with the hot rush of her orgasm.

“Fuck,” she moaned as the pleasure receded. “Holy…what the…”

Mitch moved gently, pressing a kiss to her thigh before he bent down to get something. He stepped out of his briefs, cock standing tall and proud in the low lighting. He rolled a condom on, and a moment later he was back on top of her. He pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, the juice of her own pussy still staining his lips, and they kissed so hard that their teeth collided.

Mitch nestled between her legs as they kissed, easing himself inside of her until he was buried to the hilt. The gentleness of it, the sweet slide of him filling her, was so welcome that it made Jules’s throat tight.

She hadn’t realized she was missing intimacy like this. Hell, she’d never had intimacy like this with anyone. Mitch was on a whole different level.

They started a slow and deep rhythm. One that was punctuated by their soft grunts and the slick sounds of their sex as he flexed his hips, moving in and out of her. Mitch cradled her as he fucked her, something tender in the way he drilled into her. She pinched her eyes shut, feeling another orgasm quivering on the brink.

This man. This man was everything she’d always wanted. The secret hope she’d held in the back of her mind was that he felt the same way about her.

“Oh, Jules.”

Her name on his lips was an aphrodisiac. Her throat went tight, emotion swirling inside her from head to toe. How could she not fall for this man? This nurturing foster father to Noelle; the thoughtful, successful businessman; the giving lover who had driven her to more orgasms in two days than she’d had in a year.

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