Her Dirty Billionaires

Her glance back at me was darker now. More interested.

The waiter arrived with our food, though I hardly noticed. I was too caught up in Henley’s scent.

“As you know, Jude and I acquire everything together,” I said.

Henley merely nodded. She glanced at the food on the table and then over to Jude, who slid his hand onto her knee. I pressed my own knee more firmly against hers. Her breathing quickened excitedly.

I felt a tingle of excitement myself, thinking about how we could show her what true desire was, and what it was like to be at the mercy of a lover. To be devoured by not just one, but two powerful men. I wanted her to experience willingly and unquestioningly submitting to the pleasure we could provide for her. I wondered if she could imagine having us both, separately and at the same time.

If she had any idea how alive it would make her feel…

“Everything?” she finally responded. “Like what?”

Jude grinned and tightened his hand on her inner thigh, close enough to feel her heat. She inhaled sharply.

“You know what,” I whispered in her ear, making her shiver. I pressed my lips to the hollow just beneath it. She seemed to simultaneously freeze and relax. I let my lips trail over the softness of her neck and down to her collarbone as Jude tightened his grip on her.

Her breath hitched, and I felt her pulse quicken. My cock growing unbearably hard, I took her hand and pressed it against me. Her gasp filled both our ears and her other hand sought out Jude. The table shifted with his growl.

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.