I can’t sleep.

How can I with Asher’s words buzzing around my brain like a jar full of angry bees?

“We want you in our bed.”

I can’t believe I’m even considering it.

I have my job and my reputation to think about.  On top of that, I'm not that person anymore. The one that will do anything just for the thrill of it. I can’t go down this road; therein lies a whole host of issues I’m not ready to deal with. Besides, it’s a bad idea in general.

There's just one catch. I want them. Every hour I spend with those two men, makes me want more. I’ve had a crush on Leo since before I started. Who wouldn’t? Tall, classically handsome, smart, with an edge of dark, broody yumminess. The man practically oozes smoldering sexuality. But when Asher joins the mix, that smolder bursts into a five alarm fire of panty-melting heat.

So, yes. I’ve had fantasies about being with both of them on more than one occasion.

But fantasy isn’t reality. I’ve worked too hard to distance myself from the insanity of my mother’s rock-n-roll world. The sex, the drugs, the booze—all of it. It doesn’t matter that they are billionaires, it’s still a little too close for comfort.

After that night in Phoenix, I vowed to leave all that behind and have a normal life. I became an accountant because it is the farthest thing from rock star I could think of. I go out of my way to avoid anyone who I think might have a reckless streak. Hell, I even dated a librarian. Billy had been safe. And boring.

But this situation is far from safe.

And still, here I am, sleeping in the guest suite of two gorgeous billionaires who want to use me as their sex toy. No, that’s not being fair. I’ve gotten to know Leo and Asher really well over the last couple of months. They wouldn’t be so callous. I know that if I agree, they’ll make sure I get everything I want out of the encounter.

Encounter?

I don’t even know if they are talking long-term or if this is a one-time thing. You know, out of curiosity. We’ve spent countless hours together, and there’s always been that sizzle of sexual tension. I know I’m curious, but I’m also afraid.

And maybe that’s why I should do it. Fear is no way to live life. And I’ve been afraid for most of mine. These days, my fear is one hundred percent self-created. Deep down, I know I can be daring again without losing who I’ve become. So maybe, just this once, I’ll indulge. If I set the rules beforehand—control the situation—it might just work.

* * *

The next morning, I leave before dawn and spend the day searching the city for a new place to live. After looking at a half a dozen apartments, I stop by a little coffee shop around the corner from the penthouse. I’m not ready to face the guys. My nerves are frayed, and my anxiety has hit a twelve out of ten. I’d kill for a Xanax right about now. All day, while I should have been asking about things like security and utility deposits, I kept thinking about tonight.

Am I really going to do this?

After a four cups of tea, and most my cell battery, I get up to leave. I’ve killed as much time as I dare.

I walk the two blocks back to their building and insert my key into the elevator. The elevator ride up to the twenty-fifth floor feels like it takes hours. When the doors finally open, my heart speeds up, and I feel light-headed. But all my anxiety is for naught. The guys weren’t waiting for me.

It’s very anticlimactic.

I take off my coat and hang it up, flipping on the lights as I pass. There’s no sign of the guys, and I’m starting to think that maybe they’ve had a change of heart. We were all drinking last night. Maybe it was a spontaneous offer made in the moment, and now that booze isn’t involved, they realize what a disaster it would have been.

That thought is depressing. I’ve spent the last twenty hours agonizing over this for nothing. Frustrated, I stalk across the living room to the guest suite and close the door behind me. This feels like a rejection. Anger wells up inside of me, and I blink several times, determined not to cry.

Fuck this noise. I’ll go out again tomorrow and find a place of my own. A couple of the apartments that I saw had potential.

I flop on the bed, suddenly exhausted, and the sound of crunching paper catches my attention. I sit up and find a crumpled note laying on the bed.

The knot that has been forming in my stomach loosens, and I glance at the clock. It’s only six thirty. I have time to shower and change into something more comfortable. I know. That sounds cliché. I consider my clothing options way too long before deciding on a loose silk top in a soft pink and a pair of black palazzo pants. I forgo the bra but select a lacy thong. I didn’t want to seem too eager, but I also want something that is going to be easy to remove.

On my way to the bathroom, I crack the door to the suite and then decide to push it open all the way. No need to be coy at this point. I’ve made up my mind, and I’m going to own that choice.

I’m still getting ready when I hear the guys arrive, and immediately my body comes alive. I want this—more than what is probably healthy. I take a deep breath and pick up the brush. Whatever happens, I know the next hour will change my life.

A soft knock sounds from the door. I turn and see Asher standing there stony-faced, his dark hair falling over one eye. He reminds me of Heathcliff standing on the moors, tragic but deliciously sexy.

“Hi,” I say, but it comes out as a whisper.

“Hi,” he says back. His eyes dart to the bed and back to me. “Did you get the note?”

I nod, unable to find my voice.

Leo steps into the room and hands me one of the glasses of wine he’s holding. “I thought this might help.”

“I think we need to talk first,” I say nervously and take a drink of the wine. It’s one of my favorites and I warm from something other than the alcohol. Leo remembered. All the anxiety and worry from earlier fall away. Regardless of what happens after, I know these men will treat me with care.

“That’s a good idea,” Leo says and puts his hand on my back to guide me to the sofa on the other side of the room. “Communication is important.”

He’s touched me like that a dozen times, but this time is different. There’s intent in that touch. A shiver runs down my spine, and that warmth spreads throughout my body.

We sit, and Asher joins us on the sofa. There’s not a lot of room and our legs brush; Asher on the right side and Leo on the left. I’m nervous and excited and turned on all at once. I down the rest of the wine to steady my nerves and blurt, “I willing to sleep with you, but I have some requirements.”

Asher laughs, but Leo looks a bit concerned.

“We’re listening,” Leo says and takes my hand. A tingle runs up my arm at his touch, and my mouth goes dry. I swallow, wishing I still had wine left, and try to keep it together long enough to get through this part.

“What happens tonight doesn’t leave this room?” I say with as much confidence as I can muster.

“Of course,” Asher says. “We would never break your trust like that. This stays between the three of us and no one else.”

He runs the back of his hand along my jaw. His thumb traces the outline of my lips. There’s nothing overtly sexual about the action, but it makes me ache all the same. I pull back, knowing that if he keeps touching me, I won’t be able to continue.

“I mean all of it stays here. The sex, the kissing, the touching.” I look back and forth between the two of them to make sure they understand what I’m trying to say. “In here, we can be together. On the other side of that door, I’m your employee and nothing more.”

“Agreed,” Leo says and brings the hand he’d been holding up to his lips. He kisses my wrist. My breath catches and my thoughts narrow to what he’s doing. I want to feel those lips on mine. As if sensing my thoughts, Leo starts trailing kisses up my arm, along the curve of my neck, down my jaw, until he reaches my lips. The kiss is soft, teasing, and over too soon. He pulls back, leaving me wanting more.

“Anything else?” Leo says with a cocky grin.

I blink a few times, completely forgetting what I was going to say. He has that effect on me. “This doesn’t change my plans. I insist on getting my own apartment.” I hold my breath, sure one of them is going to object.

Asher nods and kisses my other shoulder, moving up to my neck, nipping softly at my sensitive skin. “As long as we can still have you here,” Asher whispers against my cheek.

There were other things I wanted to say. Things that seemed so important a few hours earlier, but that warmth from earlier has ignited into a full fledged burn, and it’s spreading across my body like a wildfire.

Leo and Asher are both touching and kissing me. They’re gentle but sure. Asher turns me towards him and devours my lips. Unlike Leo’s kiss which was meant to tease and entice, Asher’s kiss steals my breath. It’s possessive and demanding; all tongue and teeth. I’ve never been kissed like that before, and I moan against his lips.

Leo kisses the back of my neck as his hands slide under my shirt. His fingers brush my hard nipples, and I arch into his hand. “I’ve wanted to do this for months,” he says, cupping my breast in his hand. “They’re the perfect size.” He pinches a nipple, and I suck in a breath. “Do you like it when I do that?”

Another pinch. This time I can’t hold back the moan.

“Fuck, she’s sensitive and so responsive,” Leo says. “I bet you could make her come from sucking her tits.”

“Wait,” I say, breathlessly, and pull back. They both still and any fear I had remaining disappeared. I’m safe with them. Safe enough to let go and not fall. “We have too many clothes on.” I peel my shirt over my head and start in on Asher’s buttons.

“My thoughts exactly,” Leo says with a wolfish smile and yanks his shirt off. He turns me to face him while Asher takes off his shirt, and steals a kiss. This time there’s no tease. But it’s still different; not demanding like Asher’s had been. Leo’s kiss is seductive and provocative. And just as I’d hoped, the skin on skin contact makes everything more intense.

While Leo is seducing me with his lips, Asher joins us again. He kisses the back of my neck and nips my ear. His hot breath caresses my skin as his hand travels lower, sliding under my waistband. His fingers brush my clit, and I bite my lip. “That’s right,” he says as two fingers slide into my channel, then out, brush my clit, and then back again. He does this several more times, and the building pressure of an orgasm is already starting. “Fuck, Leo, she’s soaking wet. Let’s see if we can make her come.”

Without breaking the kiss, Leo hums agreement and cups my breast again. Between the stinging pinch of my nipples, the breath-stealing kiss, and the rhythmic motion of Asher’s fingers, it doesn’t take long before I can’t hold back any longer. My nails dig into Leo’s back, and I’m gasping for breath.

“Yes!” I clutch Leo’s shoulders and grind against Asher’s hand as wave after wave of pleasure crash into me. The intense climax is over fast. I’m left warm and boneless. “That was…” I shake my head at a loss for words. “Just wow.”

“That was nothing,” Asher said. “Let’s move to the bed, and we’ll show you wow.”

I swallow and look between the two of them, suddenly feeling apprehensive. The sofa feels safe. The bed, on the other hand, introduces a whole new level of intimacy. I’ve read enough ménage books to know how the whole three-way works, but I’m not sure I’m ready to take both of them at once.

As if reading my mind, Leo kisses me gently and says, “We’ll keep thing simple tonight. Nothing too intense. We want to learn what you like. We’ll see where that leads us next time.”

I nod, letting Leo lead the way. He slips off his pants before crawling onto the bed, and I do the same. But before joining him, I pause to truly appreciate the sight of him all tan muscles and golden hair. He is male perfection. Toned chest narrowing down to hard abs that I’ve been dying to touch. And lower, jutting from a patch of blonde hair, a thick and hard cock ready and waiting for me.

Asher comes up behind me and nudges me to the bed. “One step at a time, Bambi,” he says into my ear. “Anything makes you uncomfortable, anything you don’t want to do, just say the word.”

I know he’s just trying to reassure me, but honestly, at this point, I’d do pretty much anything to get them to touch me again.

“Okay,” I say and crawl onto the bed. This is really happening, and I’m not about to regret it now.