A month of pooling their resources had culminated in this night. It was up to Vanessa Morgan to make the next move. Of course, it could all blow up in their faces tomorrow night.
Breath held, Enrique watched her open the box. The tip of her tongue circled her lips when she saw the costume. Luke had called in a favor from a designer at one of the studios to have it made just for Vanessa. Unfortunately, they were both now obligated to build the woman a deck for her backyard. They considered it a small price to pay if it got them Vanessa, and a lesson learned if their plan failed.
She lifted the first card. One perfectly manicured nail opened it. A flush underscored her creamy complexion. She splayed her hand at the base of her throat. Lips parted with her deep breaths. Then she touched the costume, hands drifting over the silky fabric. Enrique imagined them on his skin, exploring every cell, building him to the point of explosion.
He clenched his fist at his side to keep from touching himself. He should have come with her earlier, but he'd wanted to wait for this moment ... if she agreed to their instructions. Enrique never realized it would be such torture.
Vanessa picked up the second card. Eyes and mouth widened a little more. Her head snapped him, seeking them out. But he and Luke had closed their curtains the instant her package was delivered. They wanted to keep her guessing about the sender, or maybe they were just too chicken to let her realize yet that it was both of them. Better to stick to the plan and approach her tomorrow night at the costume benefit. Enrique had called in a favor of his own to get that invitation. It might have been his right to go as part of the extended Duran-Ortega family, but manners decreed asking first. His aunt and uncle hadn't hesitated.
Vanessa shrugged the robe from her shoulders. He watched the pink terrycloth puddle around her hips and wished those were his hands. Her pointed breasts shifted with her body as she reached for the black ribbon. Enrique could almost feel them raking through his chest hair. He grabbed his cock and squeezed back a surge. Now he'd really wished he'd come earlier. Making himself last for her performance wasn't going to be easy.
He snagged a condom from the table where he'd placed it earlier and rolled it into place. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain cum stains on the drapes to the dry cleaner, and the substance would definitely show on forest green. He couldn't trust the meager absorption of a tissue to contain the flood of jism.
Enrique wondered how Luke was holding up. Watering at the ... uhm ... mouth like Enrique was? His cock jerked with every knot Vanessa placed in the ribbon. He envisioned his erection before her mouth, begging for that pink tongue to lick the tip as it had her nipple.
With the last knot in place, Vanessa made a circle with her thumb and fingers and pulled the ribbon through it one knot at a time. Though their drapes were closed, she had to know she was being watched. Why else would she follow their instructions to the letter ... and embellish them with tricks of her own?
She shook her long black hair when she stood, arching her back and letting the waves drift over her skin, nipples thrust skyward. Yeah ... she knew she had an audience. For all he knew, the whole building might be looking. Anyone else would be wise to keep that information to him--or her--self. Vanessa belonged to him and Luke.
She placed the gift box on her blue sofa--long and made for loving. Then she draped herself over that apothecary table in slow motion, heels perched on the edge, thighs wide. Vanessa stretched her arms up and twined the ribbons around her hands. Enrique looped his hand around his cock.
"That's it, sweetheart. Come for us, baby."
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