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“You made it!” Genevieve hugged him while he stared at me, then glanced at Easton.
“I’m glad I didn’t miss it,” he said, and I knew he meant it for me.
I was horny, needy and desperately craving a release, seeing him here only amped up my desire.
“I’m going to go see if Cheryl needs anything else,” I said quickly, about to leave, when an arm held me back.
“Let me help you out of that.” Easton pulled at the harness I was still wearing.
“Oh.” My cheeks flushed red as he quickly unbuckled me with soft touches so close to where I wanted him that I couldn’t stop the short breaths I was taking.
“It seems your sub is quite taken with your helper.” Vincent's deep voice cut through the sexual tension.
“He’s not mine.” She corrected him. “Easton is also just my helper and well, Noemi works for my sister,” Genevieve said, having no clue that Vincent and I already knew each other.
“Thanks,” I said, as he pulled the harness down my legs.
“So, what have you been up to?” Genevieve asked Vincent.
They settled into a conversation as Easton looked up at me with a furrowed brow. He stood up to his full height, staring down at me like he was trying to figure me out. I could still feel the tension between us, the throb between my legs hadn’t gone away and I just wanted to ask him to fuck me.
“Stay with me tonight, Noemi,” he said, stepping closer to me. “I know you’re aching and I promise, you won’t have to wait much longer for relief.”
Fuck it, even if my ex never heard about this, I would remember fucking his best friend. It was his sultry tone that did me in, but I liked making him sweat just a little. I bit my lip like I was thinking about it, looking around the room, watching the couples get ready to go.
“Ok,” I said, feeling giddy on the inside. I could get my petty revenge and I would finally get some relief. “I just want to make sure Cheryl doesn’t need any help.”
“I’ll find you when I finish dressing,” he said, grabbing his slacks.
I turned around to walk to the kitchen when Vincent's eyes found me again. My cheeks grew hot when I walked past them. I hadn’t found anyone on the stupid app in two weeks and now I had two incredibly hot men looking at me like I was on the menu. A quick picture entered my mind of what it would be like to be with both of them.
I shivered at the thought, thinking I definitely was too wound up. Cheryl was almost done when I helped her pack up the last of her kitchen tools and trays into her wagon.
“Need help taking everything down?” Easton walked into the kitchen in just his slacks and buttoned shirt.
“Actually, yes.” Cheryl looked relieved as she handed him a box and a bag. “Noemi, can you take this, and I’ll take the wagon.”
“Oh, I need to grab my things,” I said.
“We’ll be back,” Easton said.
Cheryl handed me a box, smirking at us, grabbing the wagon and walking toward the elevator. Easton and I followed her, passing by Genevieve and Vincent. Thankfully, they didn’t notice us. Cheryl filled the silence as she asked Easton how he was doing, then she talked about her daughter. She treated him like a younger brother, which I found endearing.
Once we arrived at the parking garage, she opened up the back as he loaded everything for her. With his sleeves rolled up to his forearm, the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, Easton was a wet dream come true. He wasn’t very loud, he looked thoughtful as he agreed with what Cheryl said. His presence was reassuring, but there was something incredibly sexy with his silent dominance.
“Alright, kiddos, be safe, use condoms and don’t settle for less than two orgasms, Noemi,” she said, with a huge smile on her face.
“I just hope he’s not a serial killer and in five years when they catch him, my face will be all over the news,” I said, feeling my face turn red. “But if he kills me with an orgasm, I will gladly sign up.”
They laughed, easing my embarrassment.
“Seriously, have a good time. Text me tomorrow so I know you didn’t die, Noemi.” She hugged me before hugging Easton and getting into the van. We walked back to the elevator, turning around to wave goodbye.
Nerves made me quiet when I hit the call button for the elevator.
“Are you nervous?” He glanced at me, crossing his arms.
“Are you nervous?” I asked, raising my brow. “I’m obviously not your normal hook-up, and I don’t know what you’re expecting.”
