Unwrapped (Unwrapped and Unraveled 1)

A week ago she'd never have said that about a funky shirt like this. And she was gorgeous in a red body hugging dress and sandals. She'd gotten into the spirit too, with a hibiscus in her hair, tucked behind her ear. He leaned in and pressed a soft but lingering kiss to the side of her lips.

"You ready for a special night?"

She tilted her head to the side. "I guess so. I'm not much for Christmas. My family doesn't do presents. They just fly off and ski."

"You've missed out," he said, holding the door open for her. "I guess I'll have to come up with a special gift for you."

She quirked a brow, then walked out the door.

They walked over to Mitch's private cottage overlooking the beach, all glass and modern angles. Justin held Amy's arm as she maneuvered the back steps and bypassed the pool and spa. He didn't bother knocking on the back door, just punched in the security code and slid open the door.

"You and Mitch must be close if he gave you the code," Amy said as they stepped into Mitch's living room.

"He trusts me," Justin said with a wink. "Hey, Mitch. We're here!"

"Be right down," Mitch said from the top of the curving staircase.

"This place is gorgeous," Amy remarked. "I've never been in here. Modern, yet very comfortable."

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"Yeah, Mitch likes it to look lived in." From the comfortable cloth-covered sofas to the rugs spread all over the polished tile floor, it made people feel welcome. Justin always felt like he could slip off his shoes and put his feet up. At some rich peoples'

homes he was afraid to even move, let alone sit down.

Mitch came downstairs, looking casual as always in khaki pants and a polo shirt.

And a Santa hat.

"Cute," Amy said, her lips curving.

Mitch moved to the bar. "Ho, ho, ho. Gotta get into the spirit. And speaking of...spirits?"

Justin went to the bar and pulled out a stool for Amy. She slid onto it, giving him a glimpse of upper thigh. Mitch noticed, too.

"What would you like, Amy?"

"It's Christmas Eve, Mitch. I'll leave it up to you."

Mitch arched a brow. "That could be dangerous."

"I'll live dangerously tonight then."

The air in the room crackled with tension. Did Amy have any idea what was up? He hoped so. He hoped she wanted what he wanted to give her.

Mitch fixed drinks and handed them out. Amy took a sip, then another. "Oh. This is really good. What's in it?"

"You don't want to know," Mitch said.

"Okay, then," she replied with a tilt of the glass in his direction.

Whatever was in it, there was a ton of alcohol. Justin shook his head at Mitch. "Are you trying to get my lady drunk?"

Amy's gaze shot to Justin. He waited for denial. All he saw was warmth and the hint of a smile.

"Maybe I am," Mitch said. "What happens when you get drunk, Amy?"

"I lose my inhibitions."

"Then drink up."

She laughed. "You're a bad boy, Mitch."

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"You don't know the half of it, Amy."

"Maybe I'd like to."

This was interesting. Justin moved in closer to Amy, his hip brushing her shoulder.

She leaned alongside him without hesitation, her hair tickling his arm as she rubbed her head against his arm.

Was she trying to tell him something? He tested his theory by wrapping his arm around her shoulder, lazily tracing her collarbone with his fingertips. Mitch watched intently. Amy watched Mitch, yet didn't try to move Justin's questing fingers as they crept lower, closer to the swell of Amy's breast.

Justin's cock began to swell, too, and he exchanged glances with Mitch. Mitch's gaze was heated and he didn't seem to want to spend time looking at Justin. His attention shot back to Amy, to Justin's fingers tracing a pattern over Amy's right breast.

"Do you like that, Amy?" Mitch asked, looking casual and relaxed as he sipped his drink and watched.

"Yes."

"Does it bother you that I'm watching?"

"No, Mitch. It doesn't."

"Would you mind if I came over there?"

Amy paused. This was it, Justin thought. Decision time.

Amy tilted her head back and regarded Justin, indecision clear in her beautiful eyes.

"Justin, I--"

"I know what you want, babe."

She frowned. "I don't understand."

"You want us both, don't you?"

Amy's breath caught, held, her heart in her throat.

You want us both. Justin had said the words, had voiced her naughtiest fantasy. How was she supposed to answer that?

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With the truth. She'd waited a lifetime for this, and she was seconds from being able to have it. But her feelings for Justin were different than they were for Mitch.

She was confused.

"We'll sort us out later. Tonight is just for you. I want this for you," Justin said. "I want to give this to you."

"You planned this." He knew. Somehow, he knew.

"Yes. To a certain extent. It's obvious you're attracted to Mitch."

"And you're okay with that?" Was she okay with it? With Justin being so willing to share her after what she and Justin had done? Her mind whirled with the possibilities.

And suddenly, Mitch was right there next to her, his hand resting above her left knee.

"I think the two of you have some personal relationship issues to sort out," Mitch said, sweeping her hair over her shoulder. "But not tonight. Tonight is for fun. Just the three of us."

The three of us. Dear God, could she?

She looked down where Mitch's hand rested on her leg. "Mitch, you're a client."

"Not tonight, Amy. Tonight, I'm a man who finds you incredibly desirable. Tonight, Amy, you're fired."

She sucked in a breath, certain the room was spinning. Her mind was awash with thoughts--too many to sort through.

"Maybe it's time to stop thinking and just enjoy," Justin said, licking the sensitive spot just underneath her earlobe. "Maybe it's time to give yourself a Christmas gift--two men to unwrap, Amy."

She shuddered at the thought. Two men. Just for her.

What the hell was she waiting for? She'd never have another moment like this. She'd be insane to pass it up.

She tilted her head back to look at Justin while she placed her hand over Mitch's.

"Yes."

Justin leaned in and took her mouth, kissing her with a passion that took the last of her breath. At the same time, Mitch's hand moved up her leg, creeping toward her thigh.

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