The lobby was quiet. “Penny?” She knew it was silly to whisper, but there was something that made the office suites feel like the dark part of the library. The part where things were happening you weren’t supposed to know about.
She took a step closer to Penny’s desk when she heard their voices.
She whipped her head to the side to see Sawyer and Jack in Sawyer’s office. The door was ajar.
“Oh, sorry,” she apologized, stumbling back from the assistant’s desk.
Jack grinned. “I didn’t think you’d be back until tomorrow.”
Sawyer motioned for her to join them. “Why don’t you come in?”
She felt the tingling sensation travel from her spine to the soft recesses between her legs. Somehow she knew if she walked in that office, things would be irrevocably different.
“I-I was trying to drop off my paperwork.”
Sawyer’s eyes narrowed. “Come in, Lily.”
She swallowed hard, taking one step and then another.
“That’s better,” Sawyer smiled. “Drink?” He held up a decanter of bourbon.
She nodded eagerly. It might be the only way to take the edge off her nerves. There was so much testosterone dripping off them, she was afraid she would have to start swimming in it or risk drowning.
“I guess it’s technically after work, right?” She laughed nervously.
Jack seemed anxious to get the drink in her hand.
“Here you go. Funny you showed up when you did. Sawyer and I were just talking about you.”
“You were?” She took a sip, praying the bourbon would steel her. She already knew being around them again she was off her axis.
“We were.” He sat next to her. His hand lifted to her chin and he traced the outline of her jaw.
Instead of flinching, she leaned into his touch, her eyes closing slowly. It was the wrong reaction. She knew it.
She opened her eyes in time to see Sawyer strolling toward them. It was strange to let Jack touch her. Totally unprofessional. Completely inappropriate and in front of Sawyer made it seem that she was having an out of body experience. It was someone else he was touching. It couldn’t possibly be her. She would never do something like this. Not unless it was in one of her crazy fantasies.
Sawyer’s dark eyes landed on her as he took his time kneeling in front of her. H
is wide shoulders came forward as his fingers landed on the inside of her knee and pressed into her flesh. Her reaction was involuntary—or was it? She widened her knees a little, sinking further into the couch, praying he kept moving his fingers upward.
She didn’t know what was happening. Why was she letting them both touch her at the same time? Had she lost her damn mind?
Jack brushed the hair from her shoulder. “In case you were wondering, this is exactly what we were discussing.” He said it as if they were talking about profit and loss numbers. As if this was how all their business discussions evolved—with her on a couch between them.
“This?” she whispered.
Sawyer pressed his fingertips along the silkiness of her leg until they were under her skirt. “Truth be told, I was talking about this.” He slipped one and then the other under her panties. “We have a lot to learn about you, Lily.”
“Oh God.”
Was it a dream? Or a nervous breakdown? The sensations were firing in her body from all directions. There was a new fire raging in her belly. Every time they touched her it only made the heat rise inside her.
Jack brushed his lips over her neck, while his hand worked down the front of her blouse. He roughly shoved the edge of her bra down so he had full access to her breast. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, rolling it with possessive tugs until it was hard under his touch.
“I-I what’s happening?” she whispered. She looked at Jack while reveling in the sensations.
“Do you like it,” Sawyer asked her as his fingers moved deeper under the panties until he found her clit.