Page 112 of 6+ Us Makes Eight (Baby Makes Three)

I opened the door and was graced with her presence. Henley looked stunning in a form-fitting dress that hugged every curve of her body, all the way down to

her calves and black heels. I looked back up to her face, which was lightly specked with makeup and gloss that made her lips appear even more plump and luscious. Her long red hair flowed down in waves, framing the soft curves of her face.

“Good evening, Henley.” I took her soft hand in mine and kissed it. Her cheeks flushed, and I envisioned the way she would flush at other things…

“Hi.” She bit her full bottom lip softly and stepped inside.

I shut the door behind her and allowed my eyes to graze over her again. Her soft lilac scent drifted to my nose. “You look beyond beautiful tonight, Henley,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said. She innocently batted her eyelashes, nearly driving me to the edge.

How could she be so perfectly innocent and alluring at the same time?

I smiled and offered her the crook of my elbow. I had decided to dress more casually, losing the suit in favor of khakis and a starched white dress shirt that I’d left untucked and rolled up to my elbows.

I led Henley to the dining room, where Jude poured her a glass of wine.

“What’s this?” she asked, looking at the thin pile of paper in front of her. A silver pen sat to the side of it.

“The NDA. We supposed you would like to go over everything that should be disclosed before we begin,” I said.

She gave me an odd look and I felt Jude even ridiculing my word choice.

“Okay,” Henley said and took a seat after I pulled a chair out for her.

Jude and I took seats across from her, watching as she began to read.

“It’s pretty straight forward. Nothing that happens between us shall be disclosed verbally or otherwise without a party in the room present—which means all three of us,” Jude explained. “Your private information will be protected, and most importantly, you can opt out at any time you start to feel uncomfortable.”

“I can?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. “We aren’t taking your free will here, Henley. Only your pleasure.” I grinned as she blushed further. She was so beautiful. I prayed she would just sign the paper and let me have my way with her. “There’s also a clause in there about your position as a mentee, if you would still like that,” I added.

She nodded, flipping the paper over. “And…what kind of things will we be doing. I mean, is there anything off limits?”

“Nothing is off limits,” Jude said. I glanced at him, and he simply shrugged.

“Oh…okay.” Henley swallowed audibly. “I haven’t…done much. I would pretty much be learning everything.” She sat up straight, trying to pretend she wasn’t worried about her inexperience and having no idea we preferred it that way.

“That isn’t a problem, Henley,” I said. “Relax and just try not to worry too much. And remember, we aren’t forcing you to sign. It’s your decision.”

She smiled softly and nodded.

Both my and Jude’s breaths hitched when she took the pen and signed. Afterwards, she downed her whole glass of wine in virtually one swallow. Her fingers fleeted around the glass before her eyes flickered between us both. “Can we… start tonight?”

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Henley

I barely registered the chairs clattering to the floor.

“Stand up, Henley.”

A deep shiver went through me. Never before had I ever been so aroused by the simple mention of my name.

I stood, putting myself on display for two desire-ridden men, and I wasn’t even afraid. I knew when I was picking out the dress that I had to top the previous one. I’d actually been surprised how many nice clothes I owned but hadn’t worn yet; I presumed I would be wearing most of them soon for these two.

Jude damn near growled like an animal just looking at me, and Maverick could hardly contain himself either.

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