If you can't beat him, irritate the hell out of him.
Moving back home to Chaos, Texas wasn't working out quite the way Noelle had planned. The last thing she expected was a seasonal job that included dressing up as Mrs. Claus while ringing a bell for charity, but thanks to Cash McCain, she wasn't left much of a choice.
Cash can't believe what ten years can do for a woman. The last time he'd seen Noelle, she'd been all knees and elbows. Now a woman grown yet still ten years his junior, thus too young for him, Noelle has filled out in a way that should be illegal. When Cash refuses her a job at Raising Cain, a Texas honky-tonk run by the McCain siblings, she takes it upon herself to make his life miserable. Who could have imagined the damage a tiny, tinkling bell could cause to a man's sanity?
But when things heat up, Cash begins to think that raising a little cane with the likes of Noelle might not be such a bad thing after all.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Christmas Cash by Maggie Casper
Noelle opened her mouth to continue her argument but was cut short when Cash pushed off the bar to stand directly in front of her. He grasped her upper arms, turned and lifted her until her ass landed firmly on the bar.
All thought of arguing fled when Cash wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulling her to the edge of the bar. When his head dipped toward the juncture of her thighs, Noelle thought she'd shatter into a million pieces.
He was so sinfully close Noelle could hardly catch her breath. His scent wafted around her, drawing her deeper under his spell. He nipped at her clothes, catching her thin pants and panties between his teeth in the process. Noelle couldn't help but gasp when Cash let them go with a snap. He seemed to enjoy teasing her.
The fingers of one hand kneaded her ass but it was his other hand that caught her attention and kept it. With sure, deft movements, Cash rubbed her through the thin barrier of her drawstring pants. He had to feel how hot and wet she was.
Noelle was so consumed with lust it never even dawned on her that she might want to say something, to insist he stop. When he used his thumb, adding pressure against the already sensitive bud of her clit, Noelle nearly shot off the bar her climax was so sudden.
She was a boneless heap when Cash pulled her from the bar. "Careful," he murmured against her ear as he turned her away from him.
The feel of his warm breath against her neck sent shivers of delight coursing through his body even though his mouth didn't actually touch her.
"This," Cash growled while pressing the thick length of his cock to her ass, "is why you can't work here. You're a distraction I don't need or want."
His words struck like lightning, cooling Noelle's ardor as if she'd been doused with a bucket of cold water.
"You...you..." Noelle hadn't been prepared for the impact of Cash's refusal or how he'd go about doing it. She was so angry forming a coherent sentence seemed impossible.
"This conversation...this lesson is over, Noelle. The answer is no. You should know me well enough to know I won't change my mind."
The damned man was built like a brick wall and had the mentality to match. There was just no swaying him once he made a decision, and he certainly wasn't known for his willingness to compromise, which was why Noelle found herself standing on the street corner dressed as Mrs. Clause and ringing a stupid bell.
The only joy she got out of the whole damned fiasco was the knowledge that she'd been stationed right across the street from Raising Cain. Knowing Cash was trying to sleep in his apartment above the bar made everything bearable.
The giggle that escaped her chilled lips was one of sheer wickedness. Cash McCain was going to have a miserably annoying Christmas season if she had anything to do with it.