Unwrapped

“I bought her the CD,” Matt explained, chuckling. “Had sentimental value for me and all.”

Tristan shook his head. Only Matt would show his softer side by purchasing the music that had been playing while they’d discussed their first time having threesome sex.

“Our Christmas kinda sucked, what with all the drama,” Caity said, drawing their attention. “All the ‘will I or won’t I’s,’ all the family nonsense.” She planted a kiss on each of their cheeks. “Now it really feels like Christmas.”

“Yeah, guess it does,” Tristan agreed, resting his hand just beneath the curve of her breast. In a minute, that breast would be in his mouth.

“Cute tree,” Matt acknowledged, sliding closer to nibble on her ear.

“I told Matt about your idea for us to have kids.” She said the words in a rush, her face upturned toward Tristan’s. “Just so you know it’s out there.”

Tristan widened his fingers over her belly and let himself imagine, just for a moment. Then he smiled. “Good.” He cast a glance at Matt. “Didn’t freak?”

“Nah. It makes sense.” Matt lifted a shoulder and returned his smile. “It’s good to have a plan, right?”

Every time Tristan thought he couldn’t love them any more, they went and said—or did—the most amazing things. “Sure is,” Tristan agreed softly.

“Now that that’s out of the way…” Caity stretched her arms above her head and gave them a wicked grin. “Who wants to give me their special gift first?”

If you enjoyed this, you might want to try JINGLE BALL by Cari Quinn. Wendy, Des, and Cole spice up their holiday party with a very happy ending.

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Chapter 1

Wendy Stanton picked up a length of multi-colored garland and sighed. Red, blue and green garland wasn’t classy enough for Martin & Warner Real Estate’s annual Jingle Ball. The event was the biggest schmoozer they held all year and lots of rich, important guests would attend. They’d already decided the color scheme would be silver and blue, so the decoration she’d picked up on a whim would just have to go.

She wrapped the garland around her neck and turned toward the full wall of glass behind her boss Des’s desk. She thrust out a hip and grabbed a long, narrow notepad, using it as a microphone. Then she rocked out, dirty Christmas style. She didn’t remember the lyrics to the song on the radio so she fudged them, making them up as she went along. Her husky voice wouldn’t win any awards, but she vamped it up, pushing a hand behind her head and wiggling her butt.

Behind her, someone cleared their throat. Wendy spun around and dropped the notebook, her eyes going wide at her boss lounging in the doorway. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his snug, faded jeans, and he wore a gray silk shirt and striped tie that offset his golden skin.

And he was smirking.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt your concert, Ms. Stanton.” His voice was as warm and rich as the java he walked over to dispense from his personal coffeemaker. He preferred an expensive Costa Rican blend, the best of the best. Just as he preferred top of the line in everything in his life, from clothes, to office space, to girlfriends. She still wondered how she’d slunk into his office almost a year ago when his secretary had quit on short notice.