...Enrique Calderon stared through the slit in his heavy curtains. He felt like a true peeper now, like a teenager watching the hot housewife next door. At that moment, he couldn’t tell what was hotter—sneaking a peek, or boldly standing in the doorway letting her see him watch her.

He’d never forget that first night when Luke’s phone call yanked him out of a deep sleep. Luke had come home late from a shoot and seen her masturbating in front of her patio doors while she stargazed. How could any man resist looking at that? The glimpse had given him a painful hard-on. Beating off was second nature. Then her focus shifted toward their building. Her eyes—they looked violet from a distance—widened. Hand buried in her slick pussy, she’d frozen. So had he, hand locked around his cock.

Her gaze had shifted toward Luke’s apartment. Enrique knew him well. Luke would have been beating off, too. Then she’d grinned and hoisted her full breast in her palm until she could flick her tongue around her nipple. The areole had pebbled and it’d been all Enrique could do not to come, not to race across the street naked as the day he was born and fuck her. Fingers had continued to work her clit. He’d come seconds before she had.

Afterward, smiling over her conquest, she’d closed her drapes. He and Luke had wasted no time comparing notes. They’d thought it was a fluke, a one time deal, yet they were both at their patio doors the next night hoping to catch a glimpse of her. They weren’t disappointed. Or the next either. Or the one after that. Watching her became an addiction, or would that be obsession? And it didn’t take long before he and Luke wanted more.

That’s when they realized one of them having her wasn’t going to be enough. She was in their blood, and so was this unique ménage they carried out each night. No, it had to be all of them or nothing. It seemed the only right thing. But it was the nothing that scared both of them shitless.

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.

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?