by Violet Paige
Thirteen
Sawyer
He stood next to Jack in the elevator. They had never taken that kind of approach with a woman before. It was unorthodox, even for them.
“She’s been in there a while,” Jack stated.
“She has.” Sawyer didn’t know if leaving her alone was the best idea.
“What did you do to her?” Jack joked.
“I gave her a fucking explosive orgasm. What did you do?”
Jack revealed the butt plug. “A little of this. And she loved it. You should be thanking me for getting that ass ready for you. You are the anal man.”
It made Sawyer hard as rock just thinking about her beautiful backdoor. How it tasted. How tight and virgin it was. Virgin. He almost groaned out loud. A virgin ass was worth everything. He wanted it. He wanted her.
“It’s all or nothing, right?” Jack asked.
“Always. We’re never fighting over a woman. And we’re never leaving Kincaid-Rivers at the mercy of one either.”
“I think a week is a good offer.”
“It is.” Sawyer nodded. “But I don’t think it’s going to take that long.”
Sawyer worried it had been too much too fast. She had admitted she wasn’t very experienced. What if they had pushed her? What if licking her ass until she came was enough to scare her away? What if Jack’s trick with the butt plug scared the hell out of her? Even though she needed it. She was going to have to get used to it if this was ever going to work, but she was so innocent. Had they not prepared her enough?
He knew it was stupid, but he was nervous. He shouldn’t let a woman get under his skin like this, but she had. They had to have her. She had to say yes, or he knew he and Jack wouldn’t get over her for a long time. Women like this didn’t walk into their lives every day.
Women like this with such beauty, such brains, such innocence, such amazing tits, such a sweet pussy—they didn’t walk through the office doors every day.
“What if she says no? Are you going to change the terms with Gino?” Jack prodded. He was nervous too.
“This has nothing to do with him or that debt. This is about the three of us. What we want. What Lily wants. If she wants a baby, our baby, it changes everything.”
“Yeah, but if Gino finds out we’re fucking his niece it could change things.”
“How so?” Sawyer looked at his friend as they exited to the private end of the parking garage. They strolled to their cars.
“The guy’s a snake. How do we know for sure Lily isn’t working for him? What if she’s a mole, not his debt?”
Sawyer used his remote entry for his two-door black sports car. It had a new waxy shine. “She’s not a mole. We both know that.”
“I don’t want him to have an angle over us. I especially don’t want that angle to be Lily. She’s already a pawn in this.”
“I hear you. See you at home?”
Jack shook his head. “No, I think I’m going for a drive. I need to think.”
“That’s fair.” Sawyer slid into the leather seats. “I won’t wait up, honey.” He winked, slamming the door and peeling out of the garage.
He was confident. He knew his time with Lily in the lounge had been well-spent. He had satisfied her. He showed her there was a way to orgasm she’d never felt before. And that kind of feeling was addictive. He knew she’d want more. She’d want more from him. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be a fucking long week.
Fourteen
Lily
All week she went back and forth, trying to decide what was the best approach for the launch of the new campaign. If they rolled it out over a series of weeks it had a better chance to make a lasting impact, but with the consumers’ attention spans, Lily worried there might be a smaller window of opportunity to make a splash.
She combed her hands through her hair, ruffling her bangs in the process. Either way, this was a gamble for Kincaid-Rivers. It was the most progressive ad campaign they had attempted in years. Her reputation was riding on this.
“Knock knock.”
Lily looked up and smiled at Jones, the account executive who had helped her get her footing.
“Hi. Do you have an update?” she asked as he walked in her office.
“You know, it would help if your office wasn’t all the way up on the executive level,” he teased, handing her a file of mockups.
She blushed. There was no way she was going anywhere near that comment.
“So which of these do you like better?” She revealed the two different magazine cover options. “I think they are both stunning.”
Jones rubbed his chin. “The one on the right looks a little darker. Edgier.”
“And the one on the left?”
“It has a fresh vibe. Completely new and unfiltered.”
“Gah,” Lily groaned. “Making this decision is as hard as deciding between two—” She stopped. “As hard as making a decision between chocolate and strawberry.”
Jones chuckled. “If that’s your biggest problem, you have it pretty good.”
She almost whined. He had no idea what kind of decision she was battling. But this cover was worth a million dollars. It had to be the right choice. She couldn’t go back once it was published. This was the exposure KR needed.
“I think we go fresh,” she declared. “It’s a new beginning here, right? A change. A time to take chances and try new things.”
He plucked the covers from her hands. “Ok, I’ll get the rest of the group on it. I think that’s a good decision. I was leaning that way, but I wanted it to come from you.”
“Why? So I’m the one who falls on my face?”
He shook his head. “No, so you’re the one who gets the credit when this launch kicks ass.”
She smiled. “Thank you. And thanks for all your work on this, Jones. You’ve been an invaluable part of the team.”
“Glad I could help.” He smiled, showing his goofy grin. “We’ve needed you here for a long time. And I hear the bosses are happy with you.”
“Oh?” She stopped fidgeting with her email and looked at him. “Did you speak to them?” Another week had gone by with Sawyer and Jack making themselves scarce. They were particularly good at disappearing.
Jones shrugged as he walked away from her desk. “I hear things from the team. They like you and think you’re the best advertising director they’ve ever had.”
“Really?” She felt the blush on her cheeks.
“Maybe you’ll get a big bonus at Christmas,” he joked.
Lily started coughing. She reached for her water bottle and took a desperate sip.
“You ok?”
She waved him off. “I’m fine. Get that to the team.”
“Have a good weekend, boss,” Jones nodded.
“Oh shit. It’s Friday, isn’t it?”
He laughed. “I live for Fridays. You need to work less and play more. I’m going skiing this weekend with my girlfriend. What are your plans?”
Lily clung to the water bottle. “I thought I’d try something new this weekend.” She smiled. “I’ll see what happens.”
“Have a good one. You can tell me all about it Monday morning.”
“I don’t know about that.” She had to press her lips together to keep from smiling.
He walked out of the office with the biggest advertising decision of her life in his hands. She realized that somehow in that instant she had also made another decision. One that was maybe even bigger.
Fifteen
Lily
She didn’t want to check her phone again. It was well after six o’clock she knew that by the way the sun’s rays glowed across her office. The bookcase opposite her desk was orange with the last sunbeams of the day. She had no idea who had decorated her work space, but it was a dream office. The shelves were stocked with classics. She had the latest tech gadgets.
The leather sofas were a soft white and her accent pieces were touched with lacquered bamboo. Sometimes she liked to take o
ff her heels and let her feet linger over the velvety texture of the faux fur rug. Everything about it was lush and elegant. Sophisticated and feminine. It was as if they knew her before she had ever walked through those doors three weeks ago.
And what had happened to her in those three weeks?
On her first day, she had walked in with a price tag on her head. She was worth something to her uncle, Sawyer, and Jack. She was defined by their arrangement. Locked into servitude because her uncle was a notoriously shitty businessman. Somehow the anger and resentment had faded.
She had never really seen Jack and Sawyer as CEOs. To her they were the dreamy groomsmen she had fantasized about. But the fantasy was becoming a reality.
She ran her fingers over the books, giving in to the temptation to take off her stilettos. She now basked in an unbelievable office. She had a staff that respected her. She was taking charge and control of a global department. It was hard to stay mad.
How could she? It would have made things easier if she despised them. It would have made more sense if she loathed their good looks and money. Their charm and sex appeal. It would have simplified the feelings swirling through her. It would have quelled the moral crisis she had for wanting a sexual relationship with two men. Hate would have been an easier answer.
But she didn’t hate them. She wanted them. And she wanted them to give her the missing piece in her life—a baby of her own.
Lily walked to the built in bar that had been installed in the corner of the bookcase. She even had ready-made Cosmos at her fingertips. She mixed a drink in a crystal martini glass as the sun sank even further behind the skyline. The regret started to sink in. She had waited too long. She should have sought them out today. She should have done whatever it took to tell Sawyer and Jack that the answer was yes. Yes. Yes. She wanted them. She wanted both of them.
They had given her time. They had given her space. And God, they had given her so much pleasure. Promises of epic orgasms and spreading her sexual wings to a place she could only imagine.
She took a sip of the pink drink. Why in the hell did she hesitate? Why didn’t she tell them last week she wanted them? What did she take an entire week to make them all suffer needlessly?
She flopped onto the white couch, tucking her feet under her. Had she just made the biggest mistake of her life? Her eyes closed as she imagined what it could have been like. She had probably missed her chance to have a beautiful perfect baby with the two most gorgeous men on the planet. The office was quiet.
And then she heard it. The click-click of the private doors opening.
Lily’s heart pounded. Her lungs seized with happiness.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Jack smiled.
“Never thought Friday would get here,” Sawyer stated from the opposite side of the room. Her eyes bounced back and forth between them.
“You’re here.” She knew she sounded mesmerized.
Jack laughed. “Where else would we be? It’s Friday.”
“I believe you owe us an answer on our offer.” Sawyer waggled his eyebrows. “Your week is up and we’ve come for what we hope is an open negotiation.”
“I don’t think there’s anything to negotiate,” Jack interrupted. He turned to Lily. “Did you have a good time in that room last week, sweetheart?” Jack asked. Her stomach flipped the way he used the pet name for her.
She was still breathing heavily. She couldn’t believe they were here. She thought she had lost them both.
Lily’s eyes softened. “I did.” She bit her bottom lip, dragging her teeth across it.
Sawyer’s eyes bore into hers. “This is your chance, Lily. Do you want what we’re offering you?”
She hadn’t unfurled from the couch. She was paralyzed with shock. Her spine tingled with anticipation. “About the baby…is it something you’re ok with?” she asked.
“Is that a yes?” Sawyer asked.
Jack elbowed him in the side. “I think it is. Let her talk.”
Lily nodded. “Yes. God yes.”
She rested her cocktail on the table and hopped from the couch.
Jack folded his arms around her first. She looked into his eyes as his mouth crashed down on hers. He kissed her, holding her up. Sawyer waited for their moment to pass before he walked to her. She turned to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Her body aligned with Sawyer’s as she leaned into his solid chest, welcoming his lips and my tongue.
“We’ll give you that baby. We swear it,” Sawyer growled.
Jack laughed. “I think we should take this party back to the penthouse.”
Lily looked in his eyes. “Are we doing this tonight?”
Sawyer smiled at her, brushing her hair from her face. “I think we all know it’s going to take you a little time to adjust to having both of us inside you. But there are a lot of things we can do.”
She nodded. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” She looked at Jack. “Either of you.”
“You can’t, sweetheart. The longer we have to wait for that sweet little ass of yours, the better it’s going to be when we finally get it.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh God.” She went limp in Sawyer’s arms.
Sawyer squeezed her bottom. “Fuck, Lily. I want your ass now. There’s no way it could ever disappoint me. You could never do that. We’ll make sure you love it. We’ll worship you, baby. All of you. From your head to your toes to that perfect pussy of yours in the middle. We’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt. You have us both. All the things we can do to your body. Even things you’ve never thought possible.”
She breathed deeply. “I liked everything you did. All of it,” she whispered. “I thought I waited too long tonight. I thought the offer was gone.” The sadness enveloped her again.
“Hey, we would never let you slip away from us. Never,” Sawyer reassured her. “I think we would have been willing to extend it even longer if you needed.”
“Really?” she searched his eyes.
Jack chuckled. “You don’t know how rare you are. How precious you are to us already. We would have given you ten different offers before we would have walked away.”
“What if I’m not any good at this? What if I can’t be your girlfriend and yours? I don’t know how to be there for both of you—it’s all so surreal. And that’s on top of the sex, which I haven’t exactly wrapped my mind around how that even works.”
“It takes time. And we’re in this together. We talk about things. We communicate, sweetheart. You have to tell us what you need. And we do the same. You’ll see.”
There was a question she had been stewing over, but she was afraid to ask. She had to get it out there before this commitment began. She couldn’t enter into something like this. Make herself so completely vulnerable. Give her body in a way she had never considered without knowing if this was going to be safe. She had to be respected. No one had put her first before—if she didn’t, she wasn’t sure anyone would.
“I’m not sleeping with anyone else,” she sputtered. “Are you?”
Jack’s eyes widened. Sawyer choked.
“Well, are you?” she pressed. “A leftover bridesmaid, maybe? Or one of the girls in advertising?”
“Lily, we take this seriously. There are no other women. There will be no other women. Only you,” Sawyer growled. “We fuck only you”
“The three of us agree right here. Right now. There’s no one else.” Jack lost his jovial tone.
Lily inhaled sharply. It was what she wanted. The promise she needed to hear. “No one else,” she whispered.
“No one,” Sawyer echoed.
“This is happening?” Lily looked between then.
“It’s happening.” Sawyer tucked a protective hand around her waist.
Jack put his arm around her shoulder. “Let’s get you home. We have a lot to show you.”
Sawyer turned off the lights and closed the door to her office.
This was definitely one weekend they were all taking a little time off.
Sixteen
Lily
Lily was quiet on the car ride to the penthouse. She could only imagine what she had signed on for. It was like she was having an out of body experience. She couldn’t believe she had agreed to this, but she couldn’t imagine not doing it. They had made promises to each other, she needed them to keep.
They had brought her body to life in a new way. Each one driving bliss out of her core in his own way. It didn’t matter if it was Sawyer or Jack—together they had touched her like she was a goddess. They wanted her. She had no doubt. And that want made her feel whole. It made her feel like she had a place where she belonged.
The driver steered them through levels of parking. He stopped in a parking garage at a set of gold elevators. The Sawyer and Jack led her from the chauffeured car and into the elevator.
“This is where you live?” she spoke quietly.
“All the way at the top,” Jack responded.
She was surprised when it deposited them inside the heart of a breath-taking apartment. The Kincaid-Rivers penthouse was like the men—it looked like it belonged in an architectural magazine. There were sleek lines and stylish appliances. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous it was. Did she belong here?
Sawyer took her coat. “My suites are at this end of the penthouse.” He pointed along a dimly corridor. “And Jack’s are at the other end. But in the middle are yours.”
“Mine?” She almost choked. “But I just got here. I don’t have rooms here.”
Jack laughed. “Of course. You have your own rooms. Don’t expect to be sleeping alone much, or sleeping at all, but you have your own closets. Bath. It’s a sweet set up.”
She felt the room start to spin. “Why?”
Sawyer spun her toward him. “We’re going to take care of you. We don’t take this relationship lightly. You need to know that from the beginning. We have our set of rules, but you get to make some too. And Jack and I will honor them, whatever you need them to be.”