Double Daddy Trouble

“More of that,” Jack answered. “Sawyer and I talked. We’re willing to negotiate with you.”

She blinked. “Negotiate for what?” She couldn’t imagine what she could possibly barter with. She was out of options. She didn’t have any money or power.

“Isn’t it obvious we want you?” Sawyer’s dark eyes peered at her. “Tell us what you want, Lily. Anything you want. It’s yours.”

She held her breath. “Are you asking me to be your whore?”

Jack rose from the couch and turned from her. “Hell no. We would never treat you that way. We’d never see you like that. We want to give you everything, Lily. But you have to decide what that is. What do you want more than anything in this world?”

He asked the question and as soon as it was off his sexy lips she knew the answer. It was the one thing she had always wanted. It was her dream. Her white-picket fence. Only, she wished she had stopped herself before she confessed the truth.

“A baby.”

The men stared at her. “You want a baby? That’s it?”

She knew she had lost her damn mind. “Oh my God. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” She darted off the couch, buttoning her blouse. “I never should have said that. I’m just…pretend this didn’t happen. Ok?” She ran to the door and unlocked the heavy lock. “I’m going home. You can fire me. I’m sorry.”

She ran to the elevators before they had a chance to catch up with her.

She leaned into the wall of the carriage as it descended to the parking garage, regretting she had probably ruined the most incredible experience of her life.

Seven

Sawyer

Fuck. She was incredible. He had never been harder, just fingering a woman. And to get a taste—just a tiny taste of her before she ran away was better than he could have dreamed. She was like pure honey. Sweet and flowery.

He looked out at the lights of the city.

Jack had left not long after Lily. He’d see him at the penthouse later for football and a beer. He knew his best friend had blue balls as fucking bad as he did. He was probably in an ice-cold shower already.

But a baby? Lily wanted a baby. It had thrown both of them. It was something they had to think about.

Sawyer kicked back the bourbon. When they first met Lily Francini this afternoon, he knew she was the one. It was instinct. Something primal under his skin that kicked in when she stood between them during the interview. He could see it clearly—and so could Jack. He had no doubt she was meant to be theirs, but that was before she tore out of here like she was on fire. As if somehow her baby confession would repulse them.

The truth was, the idea of putting his baby inside her was the hottest fucking thing he could imagine.

He closed h

is eyes, remembering how she felt to him. Like soft velvet. And so damn wet. She purred under them. She leaned into Jack and him at the same time. Despite her surprise she had let them touch her—move under her clothes. Bring her to orgasm. But it was too damn easy to get her there. She was already ready to burst as soon as he grazed her clit. It was pounding with thundering want.

He sat forward. No. It wasn’t possible. Was it? Why else would she react like that unless she wasn’t experienced. Unless she had never had what he and Jack could offer her.

They had gauged her incorrectly. Jack was certain she was ready and open. He had seen how she reacted to them during the interview. There was a type of woman who exuded a level of sexual energy they recognized. It didn’t mean she was overtly a sex kitten or a fucking maniac in bed. It was more subtle than that. It was a grace and beauty in how she walked and spoke. It was her poise and independence. Her confidence in her ability to run an entire division in their company. It was the way she could stand between him and Jack and unabashedly be attracted to each of them at the same time. Jack had felt it as strongly as Sawyer had.

When she wandered into the office after hours, it made sense. It seemed like the perfect moment. The moment when they could offer her more than a job at Kincaid-Rivers.

They could offer her a lifestyle that would change her world forever. They could offer her more than she’d ever dreamed of.

But did that offer now include a baby? Was that the negotiating piece that would tie things up? He wondered what Jack thought about the idea. Would he want to get Lily pregnant? Would that change the arrangement?

They would have to take things slow. They would have to give her time and space to adjust to the idea of being shared and fucked by both of them. She would have to want it. To need it. To crave it like they did.

It was up to Lily now. Did she want to run the head of advertising and pay off her uncle’s debt, or did she want to live like a goddess?

There was a chance she would want to keep her head down and work, but Sawyer hoped liked hell she didn’t choose that option.

He swirled the bourbon in the glass. He wondered how long it would take her to decide she wanted to crawl into their bed. How long would it take her to figure out being fucked by both the groomsmen she almost met the other night would be the most cataclysmic event in her sexual experience? How long until Lily wanted him to take her over his desk while Jack watched? How long before she went down on Jack in the conference room? He didn’t think he could put a time table on it. But when it finally happened it would be the sweetest fucking thing in his life. Sweeter than the taste of her on his lips.