Christmas with the Denton Billionaires: The Complete Series

by North, Leslie

  Jules hurried to dress, her heart racing as she touched up her makeup, curled her hair into soft waves, and slipped her feet into a pair of peep-toe heels. When she came into the living room, freshly spritzed with perfume and feeling every inch an elegant woman, Mitch was making faces at Noelle.

  He glanced up at her, a smile on his face. “Come over—oh, damn.”

  She fought a shit-eating grin. Yeah, she felt like oh wow on legs. “You like it?”

  Mitch blinked a few times, his gaze stuck on her. “Like is an understatement.”

  Heat crept into her cheeks. This would be a very fun evening of make-believe. “It’s so lovely. I absolutely adore it.”

  Angie beamed at Jules from her spot on the couch. “Seriously beautiful dress. Little Noelle and I will be here when the two of you lovebirds get back.”

  Jules replayed those words in her head no fewer than a hundred times as she and Mitch went through the motions of leaving. Finding her purse, slipping on her winter coat, calling for the driver to meet them out front. Once the two of them were alone in the elevator, Mitch’s gaze turned to pure fire.

  “I knew this dress would be a test.”

  “Oh yeah?” She inched closer to him, and he caught her by the waist. “What sort of test?”

  “A test of how long it will stay on you.”

  His words scorched through her, and the space between them shrank. When he spoke next, his breath tickled her lips. “I intend to finish what we started today in my office.”

  A weak laugh escaped her. “So, this is just a ploy to get into my pants?”

  “Only if you want me there.”

  She melted a little bit, and he took the opportunity to capture her lips in a kiss. Hot, needy kisses erupted from the first one. She whimpered as his mouth claimed hers over and over again. By the time the elevator dinged at the first floor, her panties were soaked and she wasn’t sure she could make it through dinner without getting what she needed first.

  Mitch awakened something in her that she didn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just the trappings of luxury—though those were nice. Something about his presence, the masculinity that rolled off him in waves, drove her wild. Every kiss spurred the need for ten more. Every touch of his fingers to her skin made her desperate for him to wrap his arms around her.

  He made her needy and primal. Eager to submit to her basest desires.

  The elevator doors whooshed open, and they breezed out, the epitome of refinement. They didn’t hold hands as they strode through the lobby, though her fingers itched to find the heat of his hand. She fought a grin the whole way as they walked past guests and wove around families oohing and aahing at the enormous Christmas tree. This felt like a secret. Like a game that only they were playing while the rest of the world was none the wiser.

  Had her mother played like this with her rich ex-suitors? This didn’t seem so bad. This was just fun.

  Until you find out about his secret wife and kids halfway across the world.

  Her mother’s voice slammed through her, jostling her out of her great mood. When they stepped out into the frigid air of downtown Manhattan, all her thoughts blew away in the wind. She wrapped her coat around her, sliding into the backseat of the car with Mitch behind her. Once the toasty car was on the road, she snuggled into Mitch’s side.

  “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  She tutted. “You and your surprises.”

  “They’re one of life’s great pleasures.” His mysterious smile warmed her, and looking up at him in this moment was something she wanted to remember forever. Maybe it was the sparkle in his eye. The promise of a great evening. Or maybe it was the promise of what might simply exist between them. Where this make-believe mommy-and-daddy time could lead.

  She didn’t like thinking about the future with him, because she knew it was a reckless idea. This thing between them—it was just convenience. It was for the holidays. It was because of Noelle.

  So why would she think that anything more could exist? Once January second hit, they’d be back to their normal lives. Normal routines. Sans baby, with the Christmas party completed and behind them. That’s all this was. A holiday dalliance. Something to pass the time and excite the senses.

  She needed to remember that.

  Ten minutes later, the car pulled up to the front doors of a little restaurant named GLOW. Mitch held the door open for her, and a cozy brick and steel-beam space awaited them.

  Except the entire place was empty. Every single table bare, not even set or waiting for guests. Mitch’s footsteps scuffed against the dark wood floor. A receptionist greeted them a moment later, leading them toward the back of the restaurant.

  “Is this place like, not open yet?” she whispered as they followed her.

  “I bought it out for the evening.”

  Her eyes widened. Now there was another significant bump to an already-expensive evening. First the dress, then the private rental of an entire restaurant? Her mind spun as the hostess seated them at a small table near a crackling fireplace. On the other side of the room, a musician was just sitting down at a baby grand piano.

  “Oh my god,” she hissed as they eased into their chairs. “Did you hire him too?”

  His mischievous smile told her everything she needed to know.

  And at this point? All she could do was soak it up. It was all so outrageous, so over the top. Maybe this was what dating a billionaire felt like. And if that was the case, she’d have a lot to get used to.

  Except no. She wasn’t dating a billionaire. This was just temporary.

  This was just for fun.

  But as she looked up into Mitch’s warm blue gaze, she wasn’t so sure of herself.

  12

  Dinner blurred by with soft classical piano and exquisite plates of gourmet food. Six courses, two bottles of wine, and one amazing evening. By the time they left GLOW, Mitch felt like he himself was glowing.

  And Jules sure was. He’d never seen her so loose, so alive. Sure, the wine probably helped that. But they’d burst out into raucous laughter more times than he could even count. They were on a date because he’d made it happen—because he’d brought her here. But he suspected they would be having an equally great time almost anywhere else in the city.

  Even if they’d decided to stay in the penthouse and order in.

  The ride back to the hotel was spent in a perma-kiss, Mitch’s hands pushing the flowy hem of her skirt higher and higher up her thighs. By the time the car reached the front of the hotel, his hardon was embarrassingly obvious.

  “I might need to sit out here for a while,” he said, wetting his bottom lip as his gaze dragged over the width of her hips. He could practically feel those legs wrapped around him again. And he was dying for it. “But I can’t look at you for another second or I’ll have to do something about it.”

  Jules giggled, her gaze darting toward the driver. “We should go inside.”

  Mitch heaved a sigh, reluctant to let her out of his sight. But it was for the best. “Okay. Yes. Let’s go inside.”

  She sent him a private smile and stepped out of the car, letting in a cold blast of air. Mitch ground his jaw, unable to watch anything other than the sway of her ass as she strutted toward the front doors. Once she was inside, he pushed out of the car and hurried after her. She had him feeling like a teenager again. One sexy look would have him covering his crotch in public.

  Jules waited for him with a sly smile in the lobby, and he quickly caught up with her. He made sure to keep his distance as they walked toward the penthouse elevator.

  But not because he was worried about what her touch might do to him.

  Because he couldn’t let spying eyes see. The infrequent staff members who came to his penthouse were one thing. They were sworn to secrecy and paid for their discretion. But the rest of the hotel staff? They loved to gossip about him, and more than a few incriminating things had leaked from his own hotel to the covers of
the tabloids in earlier years. So now, he knew better than to flaunt his personal life.

  The worst part wasn’t even the tabloids.

  It was his father.

  Mitch tapped his foot as they awaited the elevator, deciding to stuff his hands inside his coat pockets, lest they wander too close to Jules. Once the doors slid open, he nearly pushed her inside. She giggled as he cornered her against the glass wall. The elevator lurched into motion.

  “What would you say,” he began, running his thumb along her jawline, “if we had a little fun in here?”

  “Like…get it on in the elevator?” Her voice came out a squeak.

  He nodded, and her eyes went wider.

  “That would be…I mean….are you sure we can?”

  “This is my elevator,” he said, brushing his lips against hers. “My hotel. My penthouse. We can do whatever we want.”

  Those words must have been the key to unlock her, because she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hungry kiss. He backed her up against the elevator wall, hands seeking the soft lines of her thighs beneath the dress to hoist her. When he had her cradled between his body and the unyielding wall of the elevator, a sigh escaped him.

  “Enjoying this?” she mumbled through a kiss.

  He grunted. “Enjoying is an understatement.” He groped behind him, fingers seeking the panel near the elevator doors. He finally ripped himself away to find the STOP button and pressed it. The car ground to a halt.

  Jules giggled. “I’ve never been so naughty in an elevator before.”

  He smoothed his lips along her jawline, relishing the taste of her, a mixture of sweetness and copper. “Me neither.”

  “That surprises me. With this elevator at your disposal and all.”

  He grunted, hoisting her again, his hands getting lost in the shimmery depths of her dress. His fingertips found the warm surface of her ass cheek, and he dug in. Desire rippled through him, completely overtook him. He shifted against her. The hard ridge of his cock must have hit the right spot because her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned.

  “Yeeesss, Mitch.”

  Her voice was a plea he couldn’t ignore. He reached between them to undo his belt, which took longer than normal because of the testosterone assaulting his system. He could barely think straight with her trapped between his legs. This heady combination of lust and satisfaction would entirely undo him.

  “You want more of this?” He ground his pelvis against her, and her breath hitched. Her fingernails dug into his suit coat as she arched against him.

  “Please.” Jules squeezed her thighs around him. “Give me all of it.”

  He fished a condom out of his pocket before pushing his pants down. They crumpled around his ankles.

  “Ohhh my god.” Her hands trailed down the front of his chest, undoing the buttons along the way. Her small hands slipped inside the fabric of his shirt, and the contact of her fingertips against his skin sent chills up and down his spine. He couldn’t hide the shiver.

  “Mmm.” A sly smile curved her lips, and just the sight of her swollen, kiss-bitten lips nearly sent him over the edge. Jules drove him wild in a way that he could barely explain. She was more than just a gorgeous woman. Mitch had a line of beautiful women waiting to be hoisted against an elevator wall. But Jules felt inexplicably like a partner. If he had stumbled upon Noelle with anyone else, where would that person have ended up?

  Probably not backed up against the penthouse elevator wall.

  Mitch pressed his groin against hers, his cock finding the damp crease of her panties. He sucked at his teeth, the surge of pleasure nearly toppling him. Jules moaned low.

  “Please,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. “I need it, Mitch.”

  He tugged aside her panties, his cockhead immediately sliding into place. He could feel how wet she was. How hungry for it she was. He grunted, easing himself inside her just an inch.

  “Oooooh.” Her head dropped to his shoulder, her moan reflecting the same tension inside him. She was hot velvet around his cock, and he gritted his teeth as he sank into her. She threw back her head and it thudded against the wall, her mouth agape.

  “Fuuuuck,” Jules said, but all he could manage was a groan in response.

  He sank further, until he could claim no more space inside her, and then he eased back out. All the air in his lungs disappeared in a whoosh. His mind blank and buzzing, pinpricks already crowded together along his arms and legs. Sure, it had been a minute since he’d gotten laid. But Jules had something else.

  Their connection sent him into the stratosphere.

  “You feel too…fucking good,” he breathed as he eased himself inside of her again. She pinched her eyes shut and nodded hard.

  “I can’t…I can’t even…”

  He wet his bottom lip, lassoing enough attention to bring his mouth to her hers. She tightened her thighs around him, which increased the pressure around his cock. He grunted, stilling for a moment. He needed to get his head in the right place, or else this would be over before it even began.

  “Jules,” he growled, gripping the curvy mounds of her ass. He smashed his lips against hers in a sloppy kiss, easing back out. “How am I supposed to last when you feel like this?”

  She giggled lazily. “I already came three times.”

  He pressed his tongue into her mouth, which sent another jolt of pleasure through him. When the kiss broke, he asked, “Really?”

  “No, but fuck, I’m close.” She bucked against him, and he sank into her again. He steeled himself against another wash of pleasure, pushing him toward the edge. Mitch ran his teeth along the line of her jaw as he worked himself in and out, in and out. Her breath came out in soft gasps at his ear as he drilled into her, all of his muscles tense from the strain of beating back his orgasm.

  Her pussy clenched around him. A warning sign. He buried his lips in the hollow of her neck, his breath making the dip between neck and collarbone damp.

  “I’m close too.” He grunted, burying himself inside of her again. His vision went spotty, the precursor to the orgasm threatening at the edges of his composure.

  Jules released a gritty moan, something halfway between feminine and animalistic, and the noise undid him. When he thrust inside her again, the rushing and brightness of his orgasm flooded him. Bowled him over and drowned him. He gave his own guttural cry and stilled, his abs going rock hard as he filled the condom with his release.

  His hips jerked as the residual pleasure drifted through his limbs. His lips found Jules’s in a sloppy, sated kiss.

  “Mmmm.” She was grinning through the kiss, and she was damn near dead weight in his arms.

  “Yeah. Exactly.” He slipped himself out of her but didn’t hurry to lower her to her own two feet. He liked the weight of her in his arms. Liked this messy spread in the elevator.

  “One down,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

  “Speak for yourself,” she said, her words slow like she was drunk. “I really did come twice.”

  “Am I that good?” He’d felt the powerful clench of her pussy around him as he came. But he wouldn’t have suspected that she’d come twice.

  “Mm-hmm.” Her eyes drifted shut, the smile on her face a perma-grin. “First time was when you buried yourself inside me. Second time was when you came.”

  He swirled his tongue over the ridge of her collarbone, his cock already pricking to life again. “Well. Why don’t we get upstairs and make it three, four, and five?”

  Her eyes snapped open, and the sexy glint he found there was the only answer he needed.

  13

  Mitch had meetings most of the day the next day, which meant that Jules had the penthouse to herself.

  She hummed as she drifted through the living room, headed for the little desk facing the floor-to-ceiling window. This was her work nook—she’d christened it as such on day one—and whenever this holiday reverie ended, she’d be extra sad to give this aspect up.

  Althoug
h now, there were a few more aspects she was hesitant to give up.

  Mitch’s gravely moans in her ear being one of the major ones.

  A shiver ran up her spine as she recalled their epic fuck-a-thon from the night before. What had started in the elevator progressed to the penthouse, then—once the nanny was dismissed and the baby quietly asleep in her crib—made a quick tour from living room to kitchen to workout room to Mitch’s bedroom.

  And that dinner the night before? She’d never felt so doted on.

  So she wanted to surprise him. Like a thank you gift, except nothing handwritten or involving a registry.

  Jules planned on thanking him the only way she knew how—through cozy Christmas decorating and cooking.

  Since she’d taken up residence in the penthouse, it wasn’t hard to use free moments in her event planning to turn her attention toward the apartment. With Christmas two weeks away, Mitch showed a startling lack of decoration. For that matter, so did she in her own home. But that wasn’t the issue here. A place this big and amazing deserved to look spectacular. And with so many resources at his disposal, Mitch had no excuse not to dive headfirst into the Christmas spirit.

  So Jules did some investigating, made some calls to different assistants in the hotel, and got the gears in motion. First up: a real tree. Rose had mentioned that a few extra trees had been left from the lobby displays. Then? Ornaments of all shapes and sizes, the leftovers from the lobby decorations. Once the tree was up, dressed, and lit, the place still didn’t seem quite finished.

  She arranged for any and all extra statues and garland to be sent up the service elevator as well. And sure, maybe her workday had been primarily spent tracking down these decorations and finding appropriate places for all of them. But it was a worthwhile surprise, one that would pair very well with the chicken roasting in the oven alongside a full tray of vegetables.

  Jules knew how to make a home even homier. And that was the best gift she could give to Mitch right now.

  Noelle arrived home first in the arms of the nanny. Jules received the yawning, sleepy-eyed girl with a big grin. “How was she today?”