Page 20 of Unwrap Me

After we soak for a moment, Chris grabs a washcloth, lathering it with soap before he begins washing me. I want to tell him to stop, embarrassment coating my cheeks at the thought of being bathed by another person, but Chris shushes me before I can even open my lips to speak.

“I like taking care of you,” he says softly, his hands caressing my skin with the lather. “Let me do that, hmm?”

So I do. Relaxing into his touch as he cleans me, and it feels too good to question. When he’s done, I let him guide me from the tub and wrap me in an oversized fluffy towel. He tucks me into bed and orders us food. My stomach growls on cue. I didn’t even realize I was hungry until he was already taking care of it.

And then, as we wait, he turns on the TV, putting on a Christmas movie and holding me close to him.

“Were you serious?” I ask.

Chris’s fingers find my cheek, cupping my face so he’s looking at me. “About what?”

“About…keeping me?”

A lazy smile lifts his lips. “Do you want me to? Keep you, that is?”

“I don’t know…kind of. I think so, maybe.”

His smile only grows. “You don’t have to decide right now, baby girl. It’s up to you. But if you want to do this again, it’s a yes from me.”

I can’t hold back my wide smile at the thought. “I definitely want to do this again.”

“Good.” Chris tugs me to him, turning my face so he can kiss me. I melt into his touch, letting him kiss me deeply, and when he pulls back, I’m panting.

“You’re perfect,” he muses. “The best Christmas gift I’ve ever had.”

I smile at the compliment, feeling butterflies flapping wildly in my chest. I almost didn’t download that app. Almost didn’t message Chris. Almost didn’t come here. And now, I’m curled up with a man who just made all my dirty fantasies come true.

Christmas couldn’t get any better.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy Claus.”