A Billionaire's Holiday Love - Posey Parks Page 0,22
Be gentle with me out there. I haven’t skated in a while.”
He held my hand and slowly led me onto the floor. Gripping Noah’s arm, we glided under the dangling silver stars hanging from the golden arches. Mini pop-up shops surrounded the rink. An abundance of people gravitated to all things Christmas in this town.
“I love it here, Noah.”
“What does that mean? You love it for the season or year-round?”
“I wish Christmas wasn’t just in December. If it were throughout the year maybe people would be nicer to each other. The Christmas spirit is powerful.”
“But not everyone enjoys this holiday.”
“Yes, Mr. Scrooge, I know. But look around at all the smiling faces.”
“Do you think they’re chipper after the holiday?”
“Maybe they aren’t. I’ll enjoy this moment while I can.”
“It will be over soon.” A smile took his lips.
“Not cute, Noah.”
“What’s not cute are the over-the-top holiday decorations.”
“Oh, you think?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait until you’re on my roof hanging lights.”
“Hope, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. I have no problem putting up those ridiculous lights.”
“I bought enough for two houses.”
He shook his head. “Oh, no. You keep all that Christmas cheer at your residence.”
“I wasn’t looking for a man, Noah.”
The chilly wind whisked through me the faster we skated around the rink.
“And I didn’t intend to find the woman I didn’t know I wanted in a Christmas town. We’re a package deal. Where ever you go in this god forsaken town, I’ll be by your side.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
HOPE
I didn’t understand. Was this a short-term relationship?
“Will our relationship end after the holiday?”
“Hell no. We don’t have to discuss living arrangements right now.”
“Noah, the other night you poked fun at my kids and husband enjoying Christmas traditions.”
“Our kids. Yeah.”
I stopped and my mouth dropped open.
He glanced over his shoulder. “We have to keep moving.” Noah pulled me along.
“Hope, I’ll decorate whatever you want. You and our children can partake in everything else.”
“What about the ugly Christmas sweater holiday cards?”
“You’re killing me.”
“How soon will we see each other after the new year?”
“Hope, what are you talking about?”
“Do you plan to visit me or would you like me to fly to Aspen?”
“We’ll fly to Charleston. Whatever you don’t want the movers to pack and ship to Aspen we can take with us on the jet.”
I wiggled my hand. “Release me.”
“No, what’s wrong?”
My lips tightened. “Noah, you want to kidnap me,” I growled.
He snickered. “That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
“You didn’t ask what I wanted to do. Maybe I’m fine with a long-distance relationship.”
His hand landed on his broad chest and he laughed. “That’s funny.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Not at all. I plan to wake up to that beautiful face every fucking day.”
“I don’t think so, Noah.”
He leaned into my ear. “After I eat the fuck out of that gum drop pussy, we’ll see how long you can stay away.”
Noah gripped my hand tighter as we glided around the rink.
Shit, my panties were soaked just that fast. He left my pussy pulsating, and he hadn’t touched me yet. I couldn’t think clearly after that affirmation.
“Hope, Noah.” Ismael skated beside me, fucking up the imagery of Noah eating my pussy.
“How are you tonight?” He wore a Santa hat tilted on his head.
“Good. Are you enjoying the festivities?”
“Yes. Noah bought Reindeer skate covers for me.”
Ismael grinned. “Nice.”
“I love the red and white snowman Christmas sweater. Perfect for tonight.”
“Thanks,” his smile spread across his rosy cheeks.
“Noah, that hat is perfect for you.”
“Watch it, Ismael. If you aren’t careful, I’ll slam your face against the ice,” Noah snapped.
Ismael lifted a shoulder and inched back. “Calm down, big guy. Just poking a little fun at you.”
His gray eyes glinted. Ismael was an attractive guy. The other day I flirted with him. Like I told Noah, I wasn’t looking for a man.
“Sorry, Ismael, my boyfriend’s extra growly tonight.”
His blond brows shot up. “I thought you said you weren’t a couple.” He pointed between us.
“Yes, I know. Mr. Overbearing has a way with me. I’m happy.” I peeked between them. Then leaned closer to Ismael. “Even though he doesn’t believe in Christmas. Hence the hat.”
“Yeah.” Ismael glanced at Noah. “You’re a lucky man.”
“I know.”
“Noah.” I tugged his hand.
“Thanks.” He hooked his arm around my neck and kissed the side of my head. “I’ll cherish this little gum drop.”
I gasped within. Slick tongue bastard. A bright smile lit my lips.
“Ismael, hopefully we’ll see you at the bar next week.”
My gaze shot to the left. The Carolers stood outside the rink belting ‘Carol of the Bells’.
“Ismael, this is perfect,” I squeaked.
“Happy