She stared at the ceiling as if there was any way to sleep after what had happened tonight in Sawyer’s office.

They had both touched her. Not a handshake. Not a pat on the back. But intimate touches. Dark touches that made her dizzy and drunk. Kisses and lingering grazes under her clothes. Between her legs. Oh God. She come with Sawyer’s fingers thrusting inside her. With Jack’s mouth on her lips.

She turned on her side, tucking her pillow with her. Her heartbeat sped up thinking about the two men. The two gods of sexual personification. She couldn’t help it, she thrashed back to the center of the bed.

She sat forward on the bed. How serious could they have been about their offer? Were they still playing the role of wild groomsmen? She folded her hands over her knees. The wedding had been days ago. Surely, they weren’t in wedding mode anymore. They could have slept with the bridesmaids in their ugly yellow dresses for all she knew.

Did Jack mean they wanted her for the night? For tomorrow? At work? Was he joking about the entire incident? She didn’t how to read him or Sawyer. Jack wasn’t nearly as mysterious, but it didn’t make him transparent either.

She ran her hand over her breast. Her nipple was still sore from where he had twisted it with such ownership. Her other hand ran between her legs. Sawyer had touched her like she was his. And she had opened to him, letting him feel how needy and wet she was. But he didn’t laugh. He didn’t think she was weak. He loved it. He stroked her, until she came on his expensive executive upholstery.

She let herself sink back into the covers, her hands rubbing and massaging her body. She pretended Sawyer was pushing his fingers inside her. She wanted his hands there, while Jack teased her tits.

“Oh shit,” she whispered. This was one more thing she’d never done. She’d never touched herself to the point of orgasm.

But she could see them. Their gorgeous smiles. Their smoldering stares. And if she pretended enough, she could feel their fingers taking over her body. Her back arched mercilessly as she plunged two fingers inside her entrance, tracing a circle over her clit and then back inside. Her hips rocked until the orgasm wracked her. She twitched and panted, sliding her hands away from her body.

Why in the hell did she tell them she wanted a baby? It had slipped out of her mouth before she could take it back. It was true and honest. She didn’t have family. Uncle Gino was the devil. She wanted someone of her own to love and snuggle. A little baby to raise inside a warm happy home.

For one insane second she looked at Sawyer and Jack and thought they could give her that dream. They had more than enough money to provide for one baby. And if they wanted sex, why not get something she always wanted? They could get her pregnant. She had no doubt they were the two more virile men on the planet. There cocks were practically baby-making wands.

She moaned. How was she supposed to sleep now?

Tomorrow she would have to go to work. She would have to face Sawyer and Jack, but as she started to fall asleep she started to look forward to it. She needed more of them. Even if she didn’t know exactly what that was.

* * *

Penny had been kind enough to drop off her new hire paperwork at the human resources office. Lily realized she had left it on the assistant’s desk when she fled the executive floor last night. As soon as she entered the building there was a security officer waiting for her.

She felt a quick flutter of panic. Shit. Had she lost her job already? Did she ruin everything last night by admitting she wanted to get pregnant?

“Miss Francini, Mr. Kincaid has asked that I escort you to your new office this morning.” He folded his hands in front of him.

“Oh all right.” She followed him into the elevator and gawked when he pressed the executive level. Did he have this right?

The officer stood aside to let her walk into the lobby. She needed to keep the pink from her cheeks. No one else here knew what had happened in Sawyer’s office. And there was no reason for them to know as long as she acted like everything was normal. That was the plan. It didn’t happen. She hallucinated. It was some kind of deranged fantasy she had concocted. She had been having too many of those lately.

The officer stood outside of a double set of doors. Lily stared in disbelief. She was smack dab in the middle of Sawyer’s and Jack’s offices.

“This is my office? No. It can’t be. I thought I was downstairs with the rest of the advertising department,” she protested.

He nodded. “It is ma’am. I was instructed to bring you here.” He pushed the door open. “Have a good day.” He turned and walked back to the elevator bay.

Lily stepped inside. There had to be some mistake. She was supposed to be on one of the lower floors with the other department heads. The top floor was designated for only Sawyer’s and Jack’s personal staff. She had gathered that much from her first day at the company.

She scanned her surroundings. There was a nice view from here—impressive, actually. Her lungs seized. She saw the two sets of doors. One was on the right—adjacent to Jack’s office. And the other on the left was aligned with Sawyer’s.

The tingle that always surfaced when she thought about the two men struck between her legs.

“Shit,” she scolded herself.

She took a seat behind her new desk, trying to focus on the task she had. She had to run the advertising department. She was in charge of getting advertising expenses back under control. She needed to develop a comprehensive online presence that would guide the company forward. There was enough work to keep her busy for the next year easily. The path to freedom was to directly increase profits from her campaigns. The only way to forget about the groomsmen was to dig into these projects.

It might be the only way to save her sanity, stop imagining a three-way, and having their baby.

By the end of the day, Lily looked up from her desk, realizing she had worked ten hours without laying eyes on of the men. It surprised her. She didn’t know if she expected to show up with another offer for three-way foreplay. Is that what they called it? She didn’t have any idea how to explain a threesome.

She rubbed her stiff shoulders. They ached from being hunched over her computer most of the day.

She turned off the computer and stood to leave. She looked at each of the doors. She was tempted to open one. She faced the one on the right and thought about Jack’s deep voice. About his firm lips. How they felt on her neck.

And then she pivoted to the left and knew on the other side of that door was a man with more sex appeal than was legal. Perfect hands. Serious eyes.

She moaned a little in the back of her throat before grabbing her bag and rushing out of the office.

Not tonight.