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.

He grunted in satisfaction.

His lips kept traveling. They coasted over her ribs, stopping to kiss her navel. His hands moved to her knees, pushing her wide.

The instinct to feel embarrassment or shame was gone. They couldn’t see each other in the dark room, only feel. It was erotic and scandalous. She stiffened as a finger trailed between her slick folds. She had been wet before she undressed—now she was coated in her own juices. She was dripping with want.

She gasped as he pushed his thick finger inside her. It had been two weeks, but she remembered how he controlled her pussy. He pumped in and out and she felt her stomach clench as she tried to hold on to the budding charges in her core.

Just as the orgasm began to build, he withdrew his finger and in one swoop, Lily was on her stomach.

“Oh.”

He pulled her to her knees. Her palms flattened onto the bed so she was on all fours. She didn’t know what was going to happen next.. There was no time for wild guessing. He swirled his thumb along her entrance before making a trail to her ass.

She tried to tuck her hips under her. No man had touched her there. Nothing had every breached that forbidden zone. It was her rosebud. The most virgin part of her body.

He tried again, pumping his thumb in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t hide how much she enjoyed. She rocked her hips upward, meeting his rhythm. Before she could prepare for his next move while he was fucking her with his thumb, his free hand slipped between her cheeks. She moaned as he separated her and Sawyer’s tongue licked her rosebud, circling the tight ridge of muscles to the forbidden zone.

“Oh God,” she cried.

Her head told her to pull away from him, but it felt good. So sinfully good as he pushed deeper inside her pussy with his thumb while the heat of his tongue moved deep at her back door.

Her legs moved wider, giving him more access. The wider she spread her knees the deeper his tongue pushed into her ass.

She heard him whisper, “That’s it, baby.” And she knew without a doubt it was Sawyer.

She loved it. She loved this moment. She bucked wildly, his tongue pushing in her ass, his thumb thrusting in the wetness of her pussy. There was a tight spiral of electric sensation against the ridge she never knew existed.

“I-I can’t control it,” she mewed, panting hard to fight off the climax.

It hit her with sudden force and violence as the orgasm started in an unfamiliar place and spread through her body. She clenched his tongue, gripped his thumb, with muscles she had never used during sex before. Oh shit, it felt good to feel him inside that sweet spot. She shook uncontrollably, lingering in the aftershocks. Sawyer had given her something no man had.

She panted with want. She wanted more. She started to understand what they meant. She wanted something harder and stronger in her ass now.

But before she could ask Sawyer for more. To tell him she knew what she wanted.

The bed rose as he stood.

“Sawyer,” she whispered.

His footsteps faded and then the door opened and closed.

She was alone in the dark.