Chapter 16
Gideon didn’t need to look at the guests’ faces to know the effect Jesse was having on them. He smelled it. Heard it. Could almost taste it, the air was that thick with arousal.
On the patch of floor he’d requested, Jesse was prone, his body a near X as spreaders kept his legs and arms in position. The colored wax Gideon had dribbled over his body dripped down his muscular form, over his sides to pool on the canvas they’d brought, layers of bright hues that had been swirled and mixed by the pointed dowels Gideon had used in their practice run. Though it had been tempting, he’d avoided getting anything on Jesse’s exposed balls. By Jesse’s own admission, he wouldn’t be able to hold his shouts of pleasure, and Gideon didn’t want that kind of disruption drawing the unwanted attent
