Double Daddy Trouble

“We’re not like that,” he replied sternly.

“I know you’re not.” Her eyes softened. “I wouldn’t be here if you were.”

He raked a finger over the lines of her wrist. “We are so damn lucky.”

“You think so?”

He nodded. “To have you in our lives. To have you work side-by-side with us.” He leaned in closer. “For you to offer yourself to me the way you have tonight. Lily, there aren’t words for that. I promise I will cherish it. It means something to me.”

She held her breath. She was lost in his eyes. Lost in his words.

He held her fingers to his lips. “I should probably go get dessert.”

“There’s dessert?” she eked. She was ready to climb the grand staircase to her bedroom. The entire was like one long course of seduction. Yet, she was still hungry. Hungry for them.

“How does crème brulee sound?”

It was hard to turn away from his gaze.

“Delicious.”

He rose from the table. “Just remember. Tonight is all about you. You will get everything you want. I promise.”

He left the dining room and she the room suddenly felt empty and bigger. There was heat between her legs. She wanted to reach under the table and ease the ache. But Sawyer was right. Tonight was hers.

Twenty-Eight

Lily

Lily looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing the sheer lacy lingerie gift from Sawyer and Jack. It was a different set from the one she wore to the wedding.

She spun around, her ass was completely bare. The ties crossed over her lower back and laced at the tops of her thighs. If this didn’t scream, take my virgin ass, she didn’t know what would.

This was it. The moment everything would change.

She walked into the bedroom after her shower. She hoped they loved how this looked on her.

“Damn,” Jack growled.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Sawyer echoed.

“Come here.”

There was no going back. No second thoughts. She walked toward the bed.

They pulled her to the sheets before her legs had reached the edge of the mattress. She couldn’t catch her breath. Their hands were everywhere. Their lips.

“Oh my God,” she purred.

Jack caught her mouth with a deep kiss as Sawyer lowered himself between her legs. He flicked her clit with authority.

“Open up, baby. I want a taste of your pussy before Jack gets it.”

Her legs fell to the side. She would do anything he wanted. Anything either wanted. The way they worshipped and teased her, played a symphony from one end of her body to the other. Strumming and stroking until she sang their names.

“Take my cock.” Jack pushed his wide shaft to her lips. She opened willingly. She loved how he tasted.

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