She barely made it to the elevator before her knees buckled. Lily grasped the walls, tapping the button for the third floor. Sawyer Kincaid’s assistant had instructed her to go there for her employee introduction. Someone there would show her her new office, give her a key card to the building, and set her up with her own cell phone and company computer. There was obligatory paperwork even when she was the pawn in a land deal gone bad. She thought they would have mentioned it. But they acted as if she had been a part of a standard interview.

It was overwhelming. It was dizzying. But even more, the groomsmen, were intoxicating. She couldn’t find center fast enough. Everything felt off balance and surreal. From the minute she laid eyes on them today, she couldn’t remember why she had held such anger and resentment coming here. It was hard to gaze at their sculpted bodies and not want to touch them—or worse, be touched by them. God, she was pissed at how good looking they were. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.

They should be ugly old bald men she could sit around and curse and hate. Men who would repulse her and make it easy to resent every minute she spent inside these walls. She held her head high. And they were nice and charming. She would have to work hard to find a way to hate them—but she would find it.

She shook her head, straightened her back, and exited the elevator on the third floor. The offices were like a convoluted mouse maze. How was she supposed to find anything in this place? After trying two wrong doors, she finally found the one marked Human Resources.

Lily knocked cautiously. “Hello?”

A man with a narrow nose looked up from his computer. “Oh, you must be the girl Penny called down about.”

“If you mean the new director of advertising, then yes. That’s me.” She smiled, hoping it would change his attitude. She was going to use her new title in every way she could. This would be a resume-builder. A platform to launch a career that would mean something.

The next year would suck, but it wouldn’t be for nothing. She would make it worth her while.

He rolled his eyes before reaching into the desk drawer and slapped a file on the surface. “You need to fill this in.”

She leafed through the paperwork. It looked fairly standard. Health information. Previous employer. College dates.

“Anything else?” she asked.

“I’m supposed to give you unlimited access to the building.” She sensed resentment in his tone. “Not sure why.”

Lily tried to smile. The unwarranted attention made her feel uneasy. “I’m not sure either. I guess I’ll be working lots of unusual hours. Early in. Late to leave.”

“Whatever. Just get this back to me. And here.” He slapped a key fob on his desk.

“Thank you.” She realized she would be able to maneuver through the mazes with the door pass.

Lily looked around. There was an extra chair in his office, but she didn’t want to stay longer than she had to. He already made her feel uneasy.

“I’ll bring the paperwork back soon,” she promised.

She left the office and walked the halls looking for a quiet place she could answer all the questions on the paperwork. She took a seat in the hallway near a tall potted plant. It was the kind that didn’t need much water. She wasn’t sure how it grew without sunlight.

By the time she returned to the Human Resources office, the rude guy had left for the day. Lily hadn’t realized how late it was.

“Great,” she muttered. “Now what?”

There was a chance Sawyer’s assistant was still in the office. Maybe Penny would handle it for her. She took the elevator to the top floor.

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. His 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.

God, he would know how soaking wet she was sitting here between them. In one second he would know she was so turned on she couldn’t think straight. Jack already had it figured out with her tit in his hand.

“I do, but I don’t understand,” she struggled to find words as she fell into the strokes and kisses. She absorbed each and every one as if she was paralyzed. Paralyzed with total pleasure. “Why is this happening? Now?”

Sawyer’s stare locked onto her. “Isn’t it obvious?”

She shook her head. His finger pushed inside her and she squeezed around it. Damn, he felt good. She wanted more. Jack flicked over her nipple as his lips moved to her throat with hungry kisses.

“We want you, Lily,” he growled.

“We?” she croaked.

Jack’s lips brushed over her ear. His finger plucked at her tit, making the other side hard. “Can you honestly say you didn’t feel the chemistry between us during that meeting today?”

“Oh yes.” Her head reeled back. “I felt it. All of it.” The air was thick with the chemistry between her and Sawyer, but she had also felt the undeniable sexual connection to Jack.

Sawyer’s finger pumped in and out of her entrance.

“Did you think about us when you left?” Sawyer asked, flicking over her clit.

She nodded. “Yes. Yes.” She didn’t want to admit she had been thinking about them ever since the wedding. They had visited her in her dreams the past few nights.

Her breaths shortened as her heart pounded. Their hands covered her in unison. Over her clothes. Under them. Her tits and her pussy were on fire. She was spiraling.

She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Trying to make sense out of this. “But there are two of you,” she moaned the obvious. “I don’t know how to handle this.”

“Do you want to handle it? That’s the question.”

“I do,” she groaned. Sawyer slid two fingers inside her and growled as she clenched him.

“Good girl.”

Jack whispered in her ear, “Come for us, it will clear your mind.”

She nodded, sinking into the couch as Sawyer pumped his fingers in and out of her. Jack’s mouth covered hers in a heated kiss. His tongue twirled against hers as her hips began to rock. He plucked her nipples in an urgent rhythm, coaxing the orgasm straight from her core.

“Ohh, God,” she purred when she felt it begin to spill from her center and coat Sawyer’s fingers with her juices. He immediately spread her legs wider and fucked her again with another forceful thrust and she lost all control.

“That’s it, baby,” they coached her. “We both have you.”

Jack kissed her while the orgasm shook her.

As her body came back down from the clouds her eyes flickered opened.

Jack straightened his tie, staring at her.

“Something for you to consider,” he stated. “Something we’d like for you to consider.”

God, were they playing with her? Was this some kind of game? She couldn’t believe that had happened. She wanted it to go forever. She wanted another orgasm like that one. Maybe even more this time.

“I-I this can’t be happening.” She looked from one to the other.

Jack grinned. “It can. It’s up to you, Lily.”

Sawyer took his fingers to his lips. “Even sweeter than I imagined.” He smiled devilishly.

She was eager to straighten her clothes. She wiggled her skirt into position even though she could feel her juices on her thighs. She moved her bra back into position. She could either run out of here, or face these sex gods head on.

“What’s up to me?” she asked.

“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.