A Billionaire's Holiday Love - Posey Parks Page 0,13

woman. We’re just neighbors. Let him go. Or we can forget the entire project.”

Fuck.

I released him with a push. He stumbled.

“Hope we can talk about this at the cabin?”

She ignored me. “Ismael, I apologize for the Grinches actions. Kindly run my card.”

“Sure thing, Hope.”

“Hope, there’s no reason to be upset.”

“Oh, I think it is, Mr. Scrooge.” She narrowed her eyes.

“I’ll wait for you outside.”

She scribbled her name on the receipt, then stalked toward the door, bells jingling.

CHAPTER FIVE

HOPE

Gripping the steering wheel, I drove over the packed snow in route to our cabins. ‘Mariah Carey O Holy Night’ kept me calm.

Why didn’t Noah tell me he owned Canyon beer company?

Oh my god, I slammed his company because they didn’t sell flavored beer.

I pondered on all the situations that happened between Noah and me. He trashed my Christmas sweater and anything related to the special holiday. The icing on the cake was his negative view of my elf slippers. He was the Grinch and Mr. Scrooge all rolled into one.

But what drove him to climb into bed with me last night?

We just met yesterday. Sleeping in the same house with him was already too trusting on my part. I wasn’t worried though. I snapped a picture of him while he prepared our drinks and sent it in a group text to my sister and brother. If anything happened to me, my daddy and brother would hunt his ass down.

Miles: Tell him not to make a move on you. I’ll leave school, track him down, and kill him if he harms you.

Claire: Hopefully it doesn’t come to that.

Hope, did you fuck him yet? I bet he can lay it down. He’ll have you whipped. Be careful, sis.

Miles: Hope, don’t listen to Claire. Call me the second you wake up in the morning.

Me: Love you, both.

I slipped my cell back into my robe pocket before he knew what happened.

Imagine my surprise waking up next to Noah. His usual tense, handsome features were relaxed, and he appeared in a peaceful slumber. A light smile lit his lips. Yeah, I could’ve let him sleep, but he needed to know he crossed the line. I crept out of the room and retrieved a Glock from the gun cabinet. Tip toeing back into the bedroom across the creaking floorboards, I thought he’d wake up. Slipping into bed, I flung my leg over his body and straddled him like a horse. Damn, he was hung like one too. I had to focus. The Glock grip felt cold yet comfortable against my skin. I pressed the muzzle against his dome.

Then his green eyes fluttered open. His gorgeous face distracted me along with his extremely hard cock. Each time I squeezed the muzzle against his forehead, I rose and fell against his dick only to confuse my pussy. The nerve endings in my clit loved the friction between us.

“Get your fucking hands off of me.” I didn’t mean that statement. His big, strong hands felt good. Like they owned my body.

He wanted to fuck me. No way would I let that man any closer to my pussy.

Noah claimed he had no intentions of touching me. He should’ve stayed on the couch. Didn’t matter if I’d like it if he slept with me again. I wouldn’t tell him. It wasn’t about sex. Knowing we were in close proximities made me feel safe.

Noah lost his mind at the hardware store. He called me his woman. Why because he didn’t like my interactions with Ismael? My desire raged throughout my body as Noah’s finger pressed against my lips. Something changed between us at that counter. Even though I was upset with him, there wasn’t another man I longed to be in my presence. Did Noah witness how I came alive under his touch? How I craved his hands on me at all times.

Every woman desired a man like him. Mysterious, cocky, brooding, and downright mean. He walked around with a chip on his shoulder, but why? I hated he was so secretive. Noah let me spill my guts about my life and he barely said anything about his family. Other than his brothers urging him to go on vacation. And that he came from humble beginnings. He didn’t mention his grandfather passed away.

I rubbed my brow as I threw the truck in park outside my cabin.

Shit.

Women probably flocked to him once they learned his identity. He didn’t have to worry about me because we didn’t see eye to eye on key factors in my