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I shrugged. “Well, it’s not like we have anything to do.”

I hoped the smells pulling through the kitchen would wake her up soon. I wanted to see her, desperate for her presence.

I couldn’t have been more grateful for spotting her profile and getting her into my office that fateful day.

12

Henley

My body was a thrumming wave. I felt it rising and lowering over and over as my eyes stayed closed and I remained still in bed. I started to remember things in fragments as if I were drunk the night before. But I knew I wasn’t.

Or maybe I was drunk on desire instead. The way they touched me, the things they did to me. The words they said to me… it still played like a broken record in my head but I liked it. God, I liked the way they made me feel. Everything all at once, my body a never-ending thrum of desire and pleasure. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. I didn’t recognize the incessant, dirty throbbing between my legs and the pangs of my nipples. I could still feel the places they sucked my skin and marked me—I felt it embedding itself in my skin even still.

I didn’t understand it at all. I didn’t get how I could even be capable of these things and these feelings. I enjoyed them… but I didn’t know what to do with them or where they would go.

Maverick was attentive and full of intrigue. His body a perfect sculpture of muscle and power. With my eyes closed I could still imagine him pounding into me. And Jude… his kisses were so tender they were like pillows but his words so dirty they only belonged in the bedroom. I loved every minute of their onslaught against me and I didn’t know how much better it could get.

Not until I opened my eyes and settled in my surroundings. Their scent was still here. Their masculine musk and power. I only faintly remembered being cleansed by them in the shower, their hands all over me. Somehow we were kept at bay and I think it was because we were so tired. But we did fall into the bed eventually and I slept between them.

Whoa. Sleeping between two men. I sat up in the sheets, clutching the soft blue material to my chest in a sort of shock. I knew I slept between them and I remembered their arms around me, but it still seemed like a dream. It s

eemed like it didn’t even happen at all. But I knew it did. Because I could still feel them on me. I still felt my pussy throbbing trying to figure out which cock to stretch and adjust to...

I felt groggy even still, and moved to wash myself up. I looked for my clothes but they were nowhere to be found. I wondered where they had gone but I found the button up Maverick wore as I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and took in the luxury of everything—even the toilet was nice. The bathroom had that sleek, modern design. The sink was so deep I wondered if it ever bottomed out. I found one, unopened electronic toothbrush and used that before I met my face in the mirror. It wasn’t as bad as I expected but my red hair was in a wild disarray. I could be mistaken for a certain Disney character. I tried to tame it with some water and teasing but it was no use. I let the wild waves fly as I bravely sought out Maverick and Jude.

As soon as I cleared the landing and went down the stairs I smelled food.

The stairs went right down to the living room. A vast room of a gray couch and white side chairs, clear coffee table and wide plasma screen. Everything was so modern and updated, but it fit. The outside looked like a manor, but instead it was so contemporary. I walked around the huge hallway and through another one that I hoped dumped into the kitchen. After I pushed the door open gingerly, I was glad to find that it did.

I was met with two dashing, smiling faces and I became aware of my half naked appearance and wild hair. I felt my cheeks redden as I stepped forward into the kitchen. The wide back window let the light shine in so bright I was almost blinded. The kitchen had clear marble countertops, the appliances stainless steel and sleek. And food permeated the air—I knew it had to be eggs and bacon, my favorite.

“Good morning—I see you chose Maverick’s clothes over mine.” Jude was the first to speak, his eyes casting me on fire as he looked me over. He stepped around the counter and was six inches away from me, then three. And then his lips were on mine, a soft, pliable kiss good morning that only left me wanting more when he pulled away.

“Good morning.” I said breathlessly back as he winked and walked away.

I blinked back the sudden flutter of emotion and saw Maverick beckon me closer. “Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and washing over me, “you look amazing.”

I didn’t have a time to speak before he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me between his legs at the chair. My hands hit his bare chest and he kissed me hard and left my knees buckling because it was way too early for this, but I enjoyed it.

His tongue swept over mine as his hand held the nape of my neck firmly and he kept the kiss running deep inside of our bones. And then he pulled off leaving me breathless.

“Good morning…oh God.” I added under my breath.

Maverick chuckled as I stumbled back into the seat at the island. It curved out to a u or c shape and had another chair at the end. He got up and went over to the stove as Jude sat at the other end with the morning paper. I was shocked honestly, that he read the morning paper. I didn’t do that, and I didn’t know anyone who did.

“Did you sleep well?” Jude grinned slightly to himself but didn’t look at me as he asked.

“I did. Thank you.” I cleared my throat nervously. It was weird, having slept so well actually.

I felt exhausted yet well rested at the same time. And to be sitting there in the midst of Jude and Maverick was intimidating, yet we had done so much together it was hard to be uncomfortable.

“You’re welcome. I always want you to be comfortable.” Jude winked at me and continued reading the paper.

“Thanks… what are you reading?” I asked curiously. I rested my head on my hand as I peered at him.

He grinned that wry, sexy smile of his and I had to keep myself from batting my eyelashes. His tattoos wrapped around each of his arms and reached across his wide pecs. The only bare parts of him were his abs and most of his back. The two of them were so imposing just being around me in the kitchen. But the weirdest part about it was I wanted them together. I didn’t think it would feel the same if it were only one of them… that was new for me.

“Stock reports for the day. Why, are you surprised I read?” Jude closed up the newspaper and smirked over at me.