Free Wrapped in You by Kate Perry

decision.” He smiled. “My boss emailed that he was proud of the way I handled it. My employees were confused though.”
    “It’s good to keep them on their toes.”
    He kissed her temple. “You have bags.”
    She smiled. “I went shopping.”
    “What did you buy?” he asked, one part curious, one part eager.
    “You’ll see.”
    He lit up. “For me? I love presents.”
    “I know.” He was always giving her things, including that dress, which she still hadn’t opened. It sat on the corner of the desk in the hotel room, taunting her.
    She shook her head. She wasn’t going to think about that tonight. “I hope you like what I got for you,” she said as she began to extract each wrapped package from the bags.
    He rubbed his hands together and then accepted the first gift from her. He listened to it, shook it, and then ripped the paper off it like he was a five year old that had been waiting for Christmas all year. He pulled out a pair of dark pants and looked at her in question.
    “You wanted to fit in better at work.” She handed him another box. “I bought you a few clothes. I marked the labels so you know which ones to wear together. I thought maybe we could go through your closet and get rid of a couple things and mark the rest of your clothes.”
    He gaped at her.
    Was he upset? Had she offended him? She shifted in her seat. “Your color combinations are sometimes jarring. I just thought this might help. We don’t have to. I can return the clothes if you don’t like them. I got you a book, too.”
    He took the last present she offered him, set it on the table without opening it, and launched himself at her.
    “ Eep, “ she squeaked as she toppled back onto the couch.
    His mouth descended on hers. He tasted of Christmas and passion, an irresistible combination that she’d never appreciated before.
    He lifted his head and looked down at her with a penetrating gaze. “That is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he said softly.
    She looked away. “It’s just a few things.”
    He took her chin and made her face him. “It’s the sentiment behind it. You care about me.”
    She remembered Eve saying the same thing. She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t.
    “You should pick one of the outfits for me to wear to the holiday party,” he continued.
    She shook her head vehemently, dislodging his hand. “Wear whatever you want.”
    His brow furrowed. “I picked your dress. It’s only fair that you pick my clothes.”
    That dress had to be awful, doubly so because of his colorblindness. “I’ll think about it.”
    “Okay.” His hands trailed under her shirt, up her rib cage to the lacy band of the lavender bra Olivia had sold her. Mason froze, his eyes widening. “Is this what I think it is?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Sweet baby Jesus,” he whispered. Then he sat up and pulled her shirt over her head.
    Trudy settled back on the couch, arms over her head. “Don’t get used to it.”
    “Of course not. It’s coming right off.” He slipped his fingers under the straps and pulled them down her shoulders. “How sweet of you to wrap yourself up for me, too.”
    “I’m not sweet, and I’m no gift.”
    “I’d beg to differ.” He kissed her shoulder and then reached into his back pocket to pull out a condom.
    She unbuckled his pants and slid her hands in. He gasped as her hands touched him. She reveled in the way his head fell back and his fingers gripped her arms. She loved the way he hardened, long and eager, in her hand.
    “Take your pants off,” he said, sitting up to do the same. “Leave the bra on.”
    “On?” She arched her brow as she began to unbutton her pants.
    “Yes, on.” He ate her up with his gaze. “I like it. A lot.”
    She felt a bit of uneasiness as she stripped the rest of her clothes off. The lingerie wasn’t her, and it was what he was excited about. As Mason unrolled the condom over himself, Trudy sat on his lap, pushing him back against the couch.