Page 9 of Gifted to The Billionaires

I let myself into Cal and Nik’s penthouse, stepping out of the private elevator with my little suitcase and taking a deep gulp of air. I’ve been here many times before, and somehow it feels entirely new. What isn’t new? Thesmell.

This whole place is bathed in Callahan and Nik’s scent. Sweet, manly, and warm. The addictive hit of their Tom Ford cologne lingers nearby, and I know it’s because they’ve just left. I have the crazy urge to stick my tongue out and lick it out of the air like that’s even possible.

Shaking off my nerves in favor of confidence, I straighten my shoulders and walk further into the space. Striding across the sleek obsidian floor, I search for my favorite room. Coincidentally, the room that I’ll be setting up in.

The penthouse is two floors and a bewildering number of square feet. With the kitchen and living spaces taking up most of the bottom floor and the bedrooms most of the top, it’s a full and cozy space despite its size. Nik designed it himself, so of course it’s lovely.

He’s the stylish one of the pair, always wearing beautiful clothes and buying sought-after art and furniture. Cal is more like me in that respect. We both just let Nik buy whatever he likes and style us how he pleases. The man has bought half of my closet—intimates not included, unfortunately.

The penthouse they share is in our neighboring building. You can literally use binoculars and peep into Brett’s apartment if you want to. I definitely don’t. The place has much nicer features than the proximity to my brother.

It’s got a soft modern design with dark accent colors and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the city light. The first thing I do is tint them with the privacy panel, tuning the early afternoon sun out. If things go as planned, maybe we’ll make the glass clear and let the twinkling light filter in and decorate our naked bodies while we—focus, Ivy!

Entering the open-concept living room, my stomach flutters at the sight of their tree. Nine feet tall and decked out with white lights and silver bulbs, it’s the picture of perfection.

I can’t linger for too long. Knowing Cal and Nik, they’ll be fed up with my brother’s awkward attempt at keeping them distracted and start texting me that I should be at lunch with them before their drinks are even served.

Our Christmas tradition isn’t set in stone. Sometimes we spend all day as a group, sometimes it’s only dinner. Hopefully, my brother is smart enough to tell them I have cramps or something and I’ll see them tonight.

I don’t have cramps. At least not inthatway. I haven’t had a true period since getting on birth control a few years ago to manage my cycle. And to be prepared… on the off chance that losing my virginity was to happen.

Virgin or not, I’d be happy to get my implant removed for Cal and Nik. Having their baby… I don’t think anything could make me happier.

And I may not have ever had sex, or even kissed a man, but I’ve been getting to know my body for a loooong time. I’m prepared for whatever they can possibly throw at me. I think.

I collect myself one last time, getting my breathing in order before I get to work. My hair and makeup are already done. Glossy lips, glittering green eye makeup, and blown-out beach waves have me looking my best from the neck up. I really only need to improve mywrappingnow.

But first, I open my suitcase and grab my printed note, reading over it one last time.As if finding a typo could be resolved at this point.

Callahan and Nik,

Welcome back, and Merry Christmas! Please read this note before coming further into your home. There isn’t much to say, other than this gift is returnable. If you wish to deny it, don’t be afraid to say so! The present will speak for itself. Look under the tree, and if you want it, enjoy. No need to handle with care.

Xoxo,

Ivy

I tape the note to the inside of their private elevator door, knowing it's my best chance for them to see it before seeing me. Mentally checking the task off of my list, I move on to the kitchen. I stage a container of honey creme cookies on the countertop, flipping up the label that simply says ‘I’m sorry’in pretty cursive.Apology cookies, done.

I light the fireplace next, enjoying the lovely orange hue it emits. A little blush spreads all the way up to my ears as I lay out my STD results and a package of condoms. I hope they won’t use them, but I wouldn’t mind if they did. Better safe than sorry, they say.

The bathroom to get dressed is my next stop. The lingerie I went with isn’t too difficult to put on, and it’s as comfy as it is sexy. Dark green satin panties that rest high on my hips, and a fancy bra that ties in a bow in the middle. And when you untie it…

A thrill rolls through me and I resist the urge to paw at myself. I look positively delectable in Nik’s full-length mirror. I add the twinkly lights next, wrapping them up and around my legs like decorative tights, and then wrap some around my ribs, lighting my full breasts from underneath their weight. I love the look of them like this, glowing as on display.

Tying a shiny green ribbon around my neck is the finishing touch before I return to the tree. I’m barefoot, shifting from side to side, trying to decide how to pose when my phone chirps with a notification.

Nik:

Christmas lunch isn’t Christmas lunch without you, Ivy.

Callahan:

We’re leaving early and bringing you gnocchi soup.

Nik:

Just need to swing by our place first and we’ll be right over.

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