The driver steered them through levels of parking. He stopped in a parking garage at a set of gold elevators. The Sawyer and Jack led her from the chauffeured car and into the elevator.
“This is where you live?” she spoke quietly.
“All the way at the top,” Jack responded.
She was surprised when it deposited them inside the heart of a breath-taking apartment. The Kincaid-Rivers penthouse was like the men—it looked like it belonged in an architectural magazine. There were sleek lines and stylish appliances. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous it was. Did she belong here?
Sawyer took her coat. “My suites are at this end of the penthouse.” He pointed along a dimly corridor. “And Jack’s are at the other end. But in the middle are yours.”
“Mine?” She almost choked. “But I just got here. I don’t have rooms here.”
Jack laughed. “Of course. You have your own rooms. Don’t expect to be sleeping alone much, or sleeping at all, but you have your own closets. Bath. It’s a sweet set up.”
She felt the room start to spin. “Why?”
Sawyer spun her toward him. “We’re going to take care of you. We don’t take this relationship lightly. You need to know that from the beginning. We have our set of rules, but you get to make some too. And Jack and I will honor them, whatever you need them to be.”
“I don’t even know what those would be. Where do I start? Do I need rules?”
Jack came up behind her. She knew she was sandwiched between the two men. She was immediately hot and aroused.
Jack reached under her skirt, drawing a finger between her legs that landed in the center of her heat. She hissed.
“Spread your legs,” Sawyer commanded.
“But—”
“I said spread your legs.”
She did as he said and Jack suddenly had deep access to her pussy. He shoved his finger inside her just as Sawyer’s mouth crushed hers with a blinding kiss. Oh shit, the world was upside down. One man was finger fucking her while the other laid a kiss deep on her lips.
She moaned, tilting her hips.
“That’s it,” Jack coaxed.
Sawyer began to strip the shirt from her. Jack pushed her skirt all the way up to her hips, but she didn’t protest. She didn’t care that they had only made it two steps inside the foyer. It was already everything she wanted.
“Down the hall?” Sawyer motioned to Jack.
Before she could answer Sawyer scooped her into her arms and carried her to a room. It must be the suite he mentioned. The one that would be hers.
He laid her on the bed as both men began to strip their clothes. She stared in awe as they got undressed. First their shirts fell to the floor, exposing lean and chiseled chests. When Sawyer’s pants hit the hardwood floors next, her jaw fell open. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock was enormous.
Jack shoved his pants and boxer briefs in a heap at his ankles. She moaned at the sight of his bulging cock.
It was the first time she had seen them. They had always given her the attention, but it was clear now they wanted something in return.
Sawyer climbed on the bed, fisting his cock. He pushed Lily backward, brushing his cock over her nipples.
“What do you say we christen your new room, baby?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. God, yes,” she whimpered. She was charged with erotic promise. They were going to touch her, kiss her, fuck her. She didn’t know anything could be like this. The heat of their skin. The look in their eyes.
And it was all for her. Everything they did was for her.
“Fuck, you look like an angel,” Jack groaned.
She didn’t know what was going to happen next, or how to take things to the next level, but she knew she was the student. They would teach her, coach her, show her how to let out her inner hellcat. Sawyer pressed his cock to her lips, and she had her answer.