Double Daddy Trouble

Sawyer held the door open as she inched closer.

“I won’t bite,” he teased. “Unless you want me to.”

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Very funny.”

As soon as she was over the threshold she realized the room was like a sitting room between her office and Sawyer’s. If she hadn’t been passing through she wouldn’t have considered it unusual. But upon closer inspection she realized there was a small bed at the end of the room. There was a TV, magazines, a wine fridge. It was the perfect escape from everything in the office.

She wondered if they used it as a lounge when meetings were too intense.

She turned back to look at him. “It looks like a place I could steal

a nap on these twelve-hour days.”

“Or something else.” He arched his eyebrows. “What if this became your private fantasy suite, Lily?”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened

Jack appeared next to him.

“Take off your clothes, Lily,” he spoke gruffly.

She immediately covered her chest with her hands. “What?” She was wearing her favorite power suit. It was black.

“Take them off.”

“But,” she protested.

“Tonight you get a test run. Do you agree to one night?”

She nodded adamantly. She wasn’t going to turn this down.

“We want you naked. Take off your clothes. We’ll turn off the light and then we’ll return one at a time. No talking. Understand?”

She nodded. She was slowly starting to understand what they had suggested.

“But don’t worry, we won’t get you pregnant tonight. We’ll hold off on that until you’re sure this is what you want.”

“But how will I know who is who if there is no talking?” she asked.

Sawyer grinned. “That’s the point. You won’t. You just enjoy what we do to your body.”

Jack’s hand landed on the light switch, casting them all in darkness. “Tonight is our interview, sweetheart. If you like it…we promise you even more.”

Before she could question what they were doing again, they closed the door and she was alone in the dark.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, trying to find her breath.

She shook as her fingers trembled with the buttons on her blouse. It was primal instinct to want to do this. There was no way she was going to let herself find a moral or ethical reason to back out of their offer. One night. That’s what Jack had said. She could interview them and think on it for the week.

One night to feel them. To feel good. To have power over them. She wasn’t going to turn it down. She wiggled out of the skirt and kicked it to the side. It was impossible to see anything in the room. She took baby steps until she made it to the bed. The backs of her knees hit the mattress as she fell backward. Just then the door cracked open, but she couldn’t make out the silhouette of who it was.

She heard his footsteps coming closer and then big strong hands were on her. Sawyer. She was sure of it.

His mouth collided with hers in the dark. She sucked at him greedily, tasting the bourbon on his lips. His body was warm and solid. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. His hands were all over her, exploring her skin.

His made a trail of kisses against her neck and to her breast, biting her nipple between his lips.

“Ohh,” she moaned.