Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I brush a stray strand of hair back from her cheek. “You’re quickly becoming my favorite person,” I whisper along her lips. “And the reason I’m beginning to believe in magic.”
The next day we’re out holiday shopping…again. What is it about the Christmas season that turns everyone into a frenzied shopper? I seriously don’t get it.
All I can think about is finding a place where Noelle and I can be alone.
The mall is packed with holiday shoppers, the buzz of Christmas music blending with the hum of chatter, the smell of fried foods wafting from the food court. It’s the kind of festive chaos that would normally put me in a good mood. But right now, all I can think about is finding a way to get Noelle alone. Her parents are here, and we’re supposed to be doing this family shopping thing, but every time I look at her—catching her eye over a display of Christmas ornaments or watching her laugh at something her mom says—it only makes me want to steal her away for a few minutes.
Noelle’s dad is chatting away about some last-minute gifts he needs to get for family friends, while her mom is practically buried in a display of holiday sweaters, totally oblivious to anything else going on. It’s the perfect opportunity. I glance over at Noelle, who’s trying to keep a straight face but I can tell she’s as restless as I am.
I lean in close, my voice low so only she can hear. “I think we need a little break from all this shopping, don’t you?”
Her eyes widen slightly, and she bites her lip in that way that drives me crazy. “And where exactly are we going to go? My parents are right there.”
I glance around the store, scanning the rows of holiday décor and the distracted shoppers bustling about. There’s a back exit near the dressing rooms, probably leading to a quieter part of the mall. Perfect.
“I’ve got an idea,” I whisper, taking her hand in mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Trust me.”
Noelle’s lips twitch into a smile, her cheeks flushing just a little, and I know she’s on board. I motion toward the back of the store, and without making too much of a scene, we slip away from her parents, weaving through the racks of clothes and displays until we’re out of sight.
As we approach the dressing rooms, I spot a hallway leading to an emergency exit. It’s dimly lit, quiet, and, most importantly, private.
“This isn’t exactly romantic,” Noelle teases, raising an eyebrow, but her playful smile tells me she’s not disappointed.
“It’ll do,” I murmur, pulling her into the hallway and wrapping my arms around her waist. “I just needed a few minutes alone with you.”
I kiss her before she can respond, and it’s like the world fades away—the bustling mall, the crowds, the pressure of keeping this secret from her parents. It all disappears the moment our lips meet. Her hands slide up my chest, her body pressing against mine, and I deepen the kiss, savoring the feel of her, the way she responds like she’s been waiting for this as much as I have.
We break apart for a moment, breathless, and Noelle’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “We’re going to get caught.”
“Then we’ll have to make it quick,” I say, grinning, but there’s no rush in my movements as I kiss her again, slower this time, taking my time to enjoy every second.
I seriously can’t get enough of her. I keep kissing her, pretending like we have all the time in the world to explore one another.
Noelle breaks the kiss, leaning back with a mischievous smile. “Remember how you said I was on the naughty list?”
I nod, my hands bracing on the wall behind her. “Yeah.”
“Well, maybe I can move to the good girl list.” She sinks to her knees, and I swear I nearly growl at the sight of her.
“Oh, this will definitely get you off that naughty list.”
Chapter 20
Noelle
I’ve never wanted to suck a dick more in my life, but right now, seeing the way York stares at me has my heart pounding in my chest.
I make quick work of his pants, bringing them down so I can release the beast of a dick he has. Seriously, his hockey stick needs its own zip code.
I lick my lips as I gaze up at him.
He traces a thumb across my cheek. “I swear I had a dream like this once.”
And I swear the things he says to me, when we’re alone, make my heart melt. It’s like I’m walking on a cloud, and I don’t want it to end.
I swipe my tongue over the engorged tip of his dick and he groans. I love making him groan like that. It turns me on, and I squeeze my thighs together to ward off the want. There’s no way I’ll be able to fit this thing down my throat, but that doesn’t keep me from trying.