Chapter 8
Cole
What was it about playing with this woman that was so fucking addictive?
The give and take. The teasing. I never wanted it to end.
I gave my dick a quick mental pep talk. Either I needed to last long enough for her to come while I was inside her, or I’d have to get hard again with superhuman speed. Neither sounded promising.
I scooped Holly up and threw her onto her back. I worked her back up, teasing her nipples and the area between her legs, until I was a little more put together and she was falling apart.
“I need you, Cole.”
Fuck. I scrambled to my nightstand and dug around until I found a condom, putting it on in record time. I planted one hand on either side of her shoulders and leaned between her legs. “Ready for me?”
“I’ve waited twenty years. I’m ready.”
I slid into her, not stopping until I was all the way in.
No more teasing. No more play. This moment was two decades in the making, and I was going to fuck the woman I hadn’t stopped thinking about until the only thing she could say was my name.
I slid out slowly, slamming back in hard, then paused. “Too much, or you like it like that?”
She moaned. “Yes, harder. Just like that.”
I kept it up. Slow, then hard. Over and over.
Heat built in the base of my spine. My balls threatened to pull up tight.
The way her body hugged mine was too much.
I wouldn’t last much longer. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open.
I brought one hand between her thighs, circling my thumb over her clit.
Her inner walls started to flutter, and her thighs clenched around my hips.
I pushed harder, using every trick in the book to keep from coming before she did.
Her back arched, and she let out a long, low moan as her body clamped down around me.
I was done, filling the condom as I collapsed on top of her.
My heart was beating like I’d just run a marathon, and I rolled off of her.
I tossed the condom before laying down and pulling her into my arms. She nestled into my chest, and I traced my fingers over the smooth skin of her back. She had been worth the wait.
I would love to brag about how I satisfied her over and over until the sun came up. In reality, we had some cheese and crackers then went to sleep. There was no pressure or time limit. I didn’t intend on this being the last night I fell asleep with her in my arms.
I woke up the next morning with a numb arm and a hard dick.
Holly was nestled naked into my side, cutting off the blood supply to my hand while sparking fantasies in my mind.
It was Christmas morning, and I was waking up to something way better than a stocking full of gifts.
She was here with her family. I knew I had to get her back to the hotel.
I also knew my family expected me for dinner later today.
Owning a hotel empire meant working the big holidays, but we would still make time for family later today.
Besides, it had snowed a few inches last night, and I was sure there were places I could make myself useful.
I managed to repossess my arm and sneak to the bathroom.
When I came back to the sight of her nestled into my bed, auburn hair fanned across my pillow, my heart did jumping jacks.
I didn’t want this to end. I never had. I’d drop her off to enjoy the holiday with her family and invite her to breakfast tomorrow.
Then I’d tell her everything. I really was an average, blue-collar guy.
I helped neighbors and friends with leaky taps, worn-out brake pads, and piles of snow.
I just did it with ten digits in my bank account.
I wasn’t the money. The money wasn’t me, and I’d happily donate it, ignore it, or set it on fire if it meant I could have more mornings like this—more days like yesterday.
She rolled to the side and stretched. She smiled when her eyes landed on me. “Good morning, creepy man watching me sleep. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Holly. I hate to say this, but I think I should take you back to the hotel. Your family is probably waiting for you.”
She groaned and sat up, the tops of her breasts peeking out from under my quilt.
Fucking hell, if my truck wasn’t already a stick shift, it would be now.
I got dressed and went outside to warm it up.
We rode back to the hotel in comfortable silence, her hand resting on my thigh.
Holly was obsessed with Christmas, but I was starting to believe in its magic.
I backed smoothly into a parking spot close to the front doors and jumped out into the snow.
“You don’t have to walk me in, you know. It’s a twelve-second walk.”
“Twelve more seconds with you is worth it.” I grabbed her hand, and we walked through the front doors.
“Good morning, Mr. Goodman.” I turned toward the front-desk clerks and flashed them a tight smile.
A bellboy appeared from the elevator to my left. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Goodman.”
Holly gave me a quizzical look. “Mr. Goodman? What’s that all about?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but then my sister appeared from the back office.
She was perfectly put together in a black suit.
Her hair was swept back, and she had on red earrings shaped like Christmas balls.
“Cole! I was just about to call you. I know you prefer to be hands-off with the business, but we have a bunch of staff out sick, and I have a call with a potential investor from overseas in ten minutes. Would you mind helping out?”
I gave my sister a death glare and a nod. She scurried away, her heels clicking on the polished floor. I turned to face Holly. “There’s something I haven’t told you.”