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“Oh, but that one point one percent includes so many wonderful possibilities.” She stretched out on the bed and opened her legs, giving them more than a little glimpse of her thigh high, lace-topped stockings as her hem inched higher.
She wore spiky black heels, a little black dress and the thigh-highs, and knowing Juliet, probably not much else.
They were supposed to be going to dinner, but if she kept squirming on that bed, Randy wasn’t at all sure that was going to happen.
Unless dinner included feasting on her hot little pussy.
Tristan shifted, looking more than a bit uncomfortable particularly below the waist. But the dude was showing epic restraint, because this was their first Valentine’s Day together and they’d agreed to show Juliet the night of her life—without sex.
Well, for as long as they could hold out. They weren’t superheroes, and damn, she was fine.
“Okay, so let’s hear about the next part. Because I have one too, you know.”
Juliet squealed and leaned up on one elbow. “You actually got us a present? Really?”
“Wow. What do you think I am, a miser?”
“No, not so much. You’re just not super romantic. Which is okay,” she hastened to add. “Sparks has that covered.”
“Oh really.” Tris crossed his arms, almost smugly. “Is that so?”
“It’s not a fault or anything. You both do different things well.”
“And what is my talent?” Tristan asked.
“Cooking. And fucking. You’re supremely good at that.”
Randy cleared his throat.
“You too, sweetie.” She leaned over to pat Sparks’s hand. “You’re both studs.”
Tristan yanked her by the ankle to the edge of the bed, earning her shriek. “And you, Ms. Reece, are a con artist. But you’re cute, so we’ll let you get away with it this time.”
She danced her fingertips up the column in his jeans. “Maybe I could make you change your mind about me.”
“Maybe later. I’m saving myself.”
Her pout caused Randy to harden in an instant. Sweet hell, those dark red lips were his undoing. One of many.
“For what?” she asked.
“Until after I give you this.” Tristan withdrew a long, narrow black jeweler’s box from the back pocket of his jeans.
Randy’s first thought was to wonder how Tris had managed to sit with that thing back there.
His next was holy shit.
Juliet didn’t move. Randy wasn’t entirely sure she was still breathing.
Tris waved the box impatiently. “Don’t you want to open it?”
“Um. Um.” She glanced over her shoulder at Randy. “Help me out here.”
“Okay. Open the box.”
“Pfft. Some help you are. Men.” Tentatively, she reached for the box and opened it.
And said absolutely nothing.
