I ducked my finger into the sauce over the fish, letting it drip down as I moved it toward her lips. Her eyes met mine just before she began sucking eagerly on my finger. I suppressed as a groan, imagining my cock with those perfect pink lips wrapped around it.
“Henley, I knew we were right about you,” I said, dipping my finger on the other side of her neck, exposing it to Jude, who happily took the bait. She gasped and leaned toward him as he began to suckle her neck, no doubt leaving a mark.
“R-right about what?” she breathed.
“About…” I grazed the back of my hand under the swells of her breasts in that maddening dress. She’d known what she was doing, exposing her skin to us like a siren in the vast sea of hungry men. Yet, she had no clue what Jude and I were capable of.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I whispered in her ear, and then suckled her bare lobe into my mouth.
She held back a whimper, fearful of someone hearing. But we had a private booth for a reason. No one could see or hear us, and we had free reign to do whatever we wanted.
“But…”
I pressed my finger to her lips, silencing her. “Shh, Henley. Just enjoy it,” I said, as Jude raised his hand higher. She tried clenching her legs, but I grasped her thigh and held them open for Jude’s hand.
Her nipples harden, stretching the fabric of her dress.
We were going to destroy her.
“You want this,” Jude declared.
Henley bit her lip until it whitened. And then she released it, the peachy color returning and make me desperately want to kiss her.
“Say it,” Jude whispered, his other hand gripping the front of her throat. I warned him with my eyes, and he loosened his grip.
“Yes—I… I don’t know what this is…” she stammered.
I smiled and removed my hand, causing her to whimper in protest. She wasn’t fooling anyone; she knew exactly what this was.
“You do know, Henley. You know we want you,” I said.
She looked at me with those gray eyes, wide and wanting. “You…”
I looked to Jude and he reluctantly moved his hands away as well. She whimpered again, confused.
I adjusted myself in my pants as she yanked her hands away from us both. She crossed her legs and tugged her dress down.
“We both want you to be ours, Henley,” I said.
She looked from me to Jude, and then focused on the table cloth in front of us. “Be yours? What do you mean?”
Jude smiled, straightened his cuff links, and made a show of adjusting himself in his pants.
“I mean, we are going to train you,” I said, my eyes boring into hers. “In and out of the boardroom. In our beds…Anywhere we want.”
She blinked rapidly. “You don’t…I don’t understand. I’m not what you think I am. I want to earn a job out of merit, not—”
Jude leaned in to her and she instantly fell silent. “We never said you didn’t have merit. You would be learning from us too. But we want something out of this as well. We want you, Henley.”
“Both of you?” she whispered.
I nodded. “Yes, both of us. As I said, we like to acquire everything together.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You would share me?”
“Yes. And we would have you together. We would teach you pleasure about your body and ours. You would succumb to our wishes and never ask questions.”
Jude leaned in closer. “We’ll push your sexy little body to its absolute limit, and you’ll love every second of it. You won’t have to ask any questions.”
Her breathing quickened. “I’ve never…”
I placed my hand over hers. “That’s why we would teach you, Henley. So say you’ll be ours.”
“You can’t deny you want us,” Jude said. “Not even a little bit. Not with how you’ve been rubbing your thighs together to stop your throbbing, pretty little pussy. You want us to taste you, don’t you?”
Henley swallowed, licking her lips as she squirmed in her chair.
7
Henley
I stared at the business card for hours on end, wondering what the hell to do with it. Wondering if I could call and submit my body to them. It was the most absurd thing I’d ever heard, but it was also the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me.
An entire day later, I could still feel my body humming. I could still feel all the passion they’d given me in just that one sitting, and I hadn’t even orgasmed. Yet, I felt so spent and tired, I wondered what the hell it would have been like if I had.
Maverick alone would make any woman lose their mind. With his strong jaw and masculine scent, I couldn’t believe he was even real. And to be sitting right next to him, his scent surrounding me and his hands touching my skin—it had made me crazy. So much, in fact, that I would have given in—and that was before I’d touched the outline of his cock. Just feeling it through his pants was enough to make me dream about what it would feel like inside of me. He’d said the most lewd things, and somehow it had still sounded amazing.
I wanted it.
And then there was Jude. With his hand up my dress the entire time, he had tortured me without touching me. His knuckles had barely even grazed me. He had no idea how bothered he’d gotten me—or maybe he did and had enjoyed it.
I was already mad for them, obsessed with their promises and fantasies. No man had ever wanted me like this, let alone two.
I could just imagine the black ink of Jude’s body thrusting over mine as he had his way with me. Jude had a dark way about him that I couldn’t place; I was almost afraid of what he was capable of.
I laid on my couch that evening, unable to stop touching myself at the thought of them. I collapsed onto my back, splayed my legs open, and mentally put myself back in that restaurant, recalling the way their hands felt on me. With no panties on, I hiked my shirt over my breasts, exposing them to the cool air. I knew just how to make myself come at the thought of them. I help my pussy lips open as I fucked myself with my fingers and rubbed my thumb over my clit, which hadn’t stopped throbbing all day.
I thought of Maverick’s hand on my hardened nipple and pinched it.
I drove myself to three orgasms. And even though I was exhausted, just closing my eyes slightly brought them back to mind, making me need it all over again.
How could I do this to myself? What would happen if I needed a new job and my references had to be contacted? How could I expect them not to disclose whatever escapades we’d would embark on? I had no plans to taint my name in the business world before I’d even entered it. Hell, I would have a job by now if I’d already done that with my internship bosses.
Would they really teach me about the company, or just have me sitting in their office waiting for their commands? Would I even be able to take it? I was never good at following orders. I was the lawyer that would burst into the courtroom and stake my claim. I would go to bat for whatever company I represented because it would be my job and I would enjoy doing it. Nothing would keep me from doing that, but would this help me get there?
Jude and Maverick were too good to resist. Although I couldn’t imagine getting more attached than I was supposed to, I knew it was still a possibility.
How could I keep my heart out of such a personal relationship? Somehow, I didn’t think it was possible.
And then I would end up cast away until the next pretty woman came along and stole them. But then again, how could they be stolen from me if it would be them who owned me?
Would I ever let myself be taken away?
I’d just worked way too hard in school and in my internships to let this be the end of me. Still, part of me wondered if it could possibly be a beginning instead. Perhaps they could pave the way for me, while giving me more than just business insight…
Jude said they would both take me at the same time, sharing me. I imagined being rutted apart only to be reformed by Jude and then Maverick—or Maverick and then Jude.
I had never had
that kind of sex before. I already knew neither Jude nor Maverick were modestly sized, so it definitely would hurt. But it would feel good too…
Would they do it at the same time? Would my insides feel both of them on either side of me? It was too much to consider. Too much to hope for.
If they were to own me, doing something wrong would obviously anger them. And if they let me go, what would I do with myself? How would I explain to my next employer that I’d been fired because I didn’t get down on my knees when I was told to?
My mind swarmed as I got off the couch and went to take a shower. Afterwards, I made myself a frozen dinner, which somehow made me think of Jude and Maverick again. I bet they were both dining at the best restaurant, not broke and miserable like me. I hadn’t even asked if I would be paid. But hell, I wasn’t a prostitute, so I didn’t think I would even want to be paid.
As I discarded my empty bowl, my phone rang and I dashed to it. Was it them? The unknown number gave me weird hope.
“Hello?” I answered.
Heavy breathing greeted me on the other line. “Hello, Henley.” Maverick’s deep voice flooded through the receiver.
I dropped onto the couch in shock. “Um…hello.”
“Have you thought about our proposition?”
“I…”
“Don’t lie, Henley.”
I swallowed nervously. “I have,” I answered.
“And?”
I knew he’d know if I was lying. And then, he would probably lose interest. “I want to, but there are some things that concern me.”
“Every contract is negotiable,” he answered simply, as if this was simple. I could virtually hear the smile in his voice.
“So, there’s a contract?” I asked hopefully. The security of a contract would certainly make me feel better.
“Yes, of course. We wouldn’t want to leave you unprotected,” he said firmly.
“Okay. And how enforceable is it? What would you do to me if I denied you at any time?”
He chuckled. “You must be a good lawyer, Henley. It’s mostly null in all courts besides our company. We wouldn’t want you trading inside secrets with anyone.”
“I would never do that,” I said. I prided myself on my honestly and integrity, and always knew I couldn’t be bought. “But I do actually want to learn from the company.”
“You will, Henley. Let me know your decision soon. I promise there’s nothing you won’t like,” he said and then hung up.
I knew he would sound good over the phone, but that had been insane. He’d been even more convincing. I had half a mind to just sign the contract, but knew I needed to clear my head first. So I went to my closet and found a casual outfit. I was just going to the local bar, so jeans and a sweater would suffice with my old converse.
I didn’t need a cab because it was close by, so I took the brisk walk to the pub and sat at the end of the bar, hidden in the darkness.
“Scotch. Neat, please,” I told the bartender, who gave me a look. He was cute, but it didn’t affect me.
It was then that I started to notice other men looking at me as well. I had never given much thought to how men viewed me, probably because I hated my red hair. I normally wore it up, but tonight, it was down, flowing over my shoulders and swinging whenever I moved my head, drawing plenty of attention. Men’s eyes would linger on me until I looked back, resulting in them either smiling confidently or looking away.
But I remained unaffected, for there were only two sets of eyes that could have any impact on me at the moment, and they were brown and blue.
Thinking about them again, I knew Jude and Maverick would be no good for me personally. But as for my body—that was another thing entirely. Besides, I was tired of my hand and my little toys from the corner street store. I wanted to explore my pleasure as much as they wanted to show it to me.
“Another, please,” I said to the bartender.
He smirked. “Long day at work?”
I chuckled. “As soon as I find a job.”
He laughed and poured my drink before walking off.
I began scrolling through my phone, finding emails of employers telling me they’d chosen someone else, and notices from job sites removing my profile due to inactivity. It all just reminded me of why I needed this opportunity.
Plus, my body needed orgasms and the touch of a man. And here I was, being offered two.
I decided I had to shuck up my pride and take it as an opportunity I’d been granted for a reason. I knew my worth and would never do anything to compromise it, but I couldn’t pass this up.
Once I found Maverick’s contact from his last call, I drafted the text that would change the course of my life. Whether for better or worse, I had no idea yet.
8
Jude
I sat down to the pile of papers on my desk, wishing they would disappear. Weekly reports were a bitch and I knew it would take me forever to do them. I’d gotten started right after breakfast and it was now mid-way through lunch hour and I still wasn’t finished.
The door of my office remained closed to keep out distractions, but the distractions were all in my head. I pressed my knuckles to my chin, swearing I could still smell Henley on them. Keeping my hand on her thighs without touching her had been one of the hardest things I’d ever done.
It had been two days and we still had no answer. It was driving me mad, but didn’t seem to be bothering Maverick at all. He was casually in and out of business meetings, doing his part. Meanwhile, I was avoiding everyone because of my pissy mood. Usually I could bury my thoughts inside a woman, but now, I didn’t want just any woman. I only wanted Henley.
We both knew her actually saying ‘yes’ was a gamble because she was so serious about her career. Any self-respecting woman would be skeptical about such a proposition, but I hoped she would still come around.
We’d had to keep things as casual as possible at dinner so we wouldn’t overwhelm her, and that had been so hard that I’d almost exploded. I’d been sporting the same damned hard-on ever since.
She’d known what she was doing, showing up in that dress trying to tempt us while still looking so damned innocent. If she said yes, I vowed to be the first to claim her. On the other hand, if she said no, she’d have no idea what she was missing.
Maverick and I had barely seen each other since that night. The rest of dinner had gone by, tense with our desire. It had been hard for us to keep from taking her right there on that dinner table, but we had managed. We finished the dinner, walked her to the valet park, and watched her drive away.
Maverick and I had driven in separate cars, and though we lived in the same house, we rarely saw each other; the place was big enough for us to have our space from each other. Besides, being together would only fuel our frustration and we would end up plotting ways to get her attention—and Henley wouldn’t like that at all.
I pushed the papers off, finally done with them as I paged my assistant to take them to filing. Everything looked good, besides the possible pit if that investment went wrong. I’d told Maverick to stop fussing about it anyway, and he had finally laid off it.
I poured an early-afternoon scotch, as I always did. If someone ever told me to stop drinking, I would be even more annoyed with each hour of the day. I shucked off my suit jacket and rolled up my sleeves, showing the intricate lines of my dark tattoos. Everything had a meaning, but I honestly hadn’t cared the day I’d gone to get them. That had been during a time when I’d been sure nothing would come out of my life. Back then, I couldn’t have fathomed the money and respect I’d earned from every investment corporation in the world.
Even thoughts of my success couldn’t preoccupy my thoughts for long though, for Henley just popped into my mind yet again. I kept thinking about the way her dress had hugged the swells of her breasts, making them spill over the top, looking creamy as ever, begging to be licked, sucked, and bitten.
It was all a fantasy in my head until I checked my phone for the first tim
e, seeing that Maverick had texted me a while ago with the news that Henley had actually agreed to our arrangement.
I was so fucking ecstatic, I smiled as I looked through my boring emails rather than wearing my usual sneer of disdain. I hadn’t felt so excitement about something in a long time.
My office door abruptly swung open. Startled, I glanced up, only to find Maverick strolling in wearing his gray suit, smiling smugly.
I leaned back in my chair. “You can’t knock?”
He flipped me off as he sat across from my desk. “Whatever. You can’t answer texts anymore?” He briefly waved his phone in front of me.
“What is this, junior high? Sorry for ignoring you.” I rolled my eyes, and then we both laughed, our excitement palpable.
“Right. Well, Henley agreed. Time to make our next move,” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah, I saw that. Maybe we shouldn’t do the usual.” We usually started everything off in a hotel, nothing too personal. But Henley was different.
Maverick’s eyes drifted past me in thought. “Yeah. Maybe dinner at the house. Invite her that way,” he suggested.
“That’s perfect. We could lay everything out for her. You know, make sure she knows all the details.”
“I’ll have it set up,” Maverick said and started clicking on his phone, fussing with that calendar of his where he kept everything scheduled. But for once, it didn’t annoy me.
Nothing annoyed me because I knew that I would be seeing Henley again soon.
9
Maverick
Having a chef prepare an in-home meal was nothing new, but it felt different this time. Jude and I never had company in our estate because it was our private home, but Henley would be arriving soon, and she would be the first to ever see it.
I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for her and that she felt as comfortable as possible. I wasn’t sure how far things would go, but I was pining for them to go pretty damned far. She’d been in my head all day, especially since she’d sent me that message agreeing to our offer. She had even answered the dinner invite immediately, and accepted my driver picking her up from her apartment.
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