LOGINLili’s body heated at Cade’s blunt words, her skin tingling with a mixture of embarrassment and something far more dangerous. She opened her mouth, but the words jammed in her throat. Her eyes flicked upward instinctively, right into Cade’s, molten and amused. Her breath stuttered.
And then she made the mistake of glancing at Beckett.
The cold fire in his gaze slammed into her like a wall. His expression didn’t shift, but it didn’t need to. It burned her.
“I—I’ll do my best,” she managed, her voice tight and unsteady.
Cade’s smile widened slightly, pleased. “Excellent.”
He gestured smoothly to something behind her. “This is for you.”
Lili turned and saw a desk. Sleek, modern, and positioned further along from the door but fully opposite the brother’s. Far less distance than she’d expected, considering she’d be spending all day here. Close enough to hear their every movement, every breath.
She wasn’t sure she could handle looking at them all day.
“We thought it best for you to be nearby,” Cade explained. “It’s important that we all get comfortable with one another. This office is off-limits to anyone else, so consider it a private space.”
The desk was stocked with distractions: a slim e-reader, headphones, neatly organized games, notebooks, and what looked like an entire artist’s corner of sketchpads, pens, colored pencils, and markers. A tablet sat off to the side, screen dark but gleaming.
“If there’s anything else you want,” Cade said, “just let me know.”
Lili nodded and set her purse on the desk, the motion automatic, her nerves still a buzz beneath her skin. She was about to sit when Cade’s voice stopped her again.
“So—can I call you Lili?”
Her head snapped up. “Yes, of course.”
“Good.” He tilted his head, watching her carefully. “Would you like a few minutes to settle in, or would you mind following a few simple instructions now? It won’t take long.”
Her heart skittered.
Beckett hadn’t moved. She could feel his stare like the press of a hand between her shoulder blades. Slow. Heavy.
She swallowed and nodded. “I—I can do that. I’m ready.”
She hoped it sounded more confident than it felt.
Cade’s eyes darkened slightly with approval. “Excellent,” he said again, his voice like warm velvet, just a little too smooth.
“Then let’s begin.”
Lili was trembling so much inside, she wasn’t sure her legs would hold. Her throat was dry. Her thighs, exposed far too high in the short skirt they’d selected for her, tingled with every waft of air in the room. Her nerves were colliding with arousal in a disorienting tangle that made her feel lightheaded.
“There’s no need to look nervous,” Cade said casually. “It’s a very easy task.”
He stepped to her desk and selected a pencil from the cup, then, with a flick of his wrist, tossed it over his shoulder.
It clattered against the floor and landed roughly in the center of the room.
She stared after it, confused, her brows knitting.
“I’m going to go back to my desk now,” he said, turning just slightly toward his side of the room. “And once I’m seated, I’d like you to walk over to that pencil. Slowly.”
Her breath caught. Her lips parted, but she said nothing.
“When you get there,” Cade continued, “you’ll face your desk, your back to us. And you’ll bend to pick it up.”
Her brows lifted.
“Not stoop. Not crouch. I want your legs straight, your body folded forward slowly. Then, and only then, you can return to your desk and do whatever you like.”
His voice was low, commanding, but not cruel. There was something far more dangerous in the fact that he sounded so relaxed.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
Lili swallowed and gave a small nod, cheeks burning as her thoughts spiraled. That lacy thong beneath her skirt had felt daring this morning. Now it felt like a trap. Like she’d been baiting them without knowing. She’d shaved everything, paid extra attention to her makeup, wanting to feel confident, beautiful… just not this exposed.
Cade’s smile sharpened into something darker, something edged with heat. He gave a single nod. “Excellent.”
He stepped backward, still watching her, a deliberate retreat, then turned and made his way to the connected desks where both he and Beckett now sat. He lowered himself into his seat, adjusting the cuffs of his immaculate suit.
Lili stood there for a breath. Two. The sound of her own heartbeat thundering louder than the quiet click of Cade’s chair.
It was time to begin.
Her legs felt like jelly as she took the first step. She forced herself to walk slowly, each movement exaggerated and deliberate. The sound of her heels tapping against the polished floor echoed like a countdown.
She approached the pencil, heart pounding so loudly she swore they could hear it. Once she reached it, she turned away from them, just as instructed. Her back now fully exposed.
And then she bent.
Slowly.
Her legs stayed straight, her thighs trembling as she folded at the waist, feeling the hem of her skirt ride higher and higher, until the cool air whispered across bare skin and lace.
The thong left nothing to the imagination.
Lili’s face burned as she lingered for just a moment longer than necessary, letting them look at her ass. The silence behind her was more telling than any sound. She could feel their eyes, both of them. Crawling over her, claiming pieces of her with their gazes.
When she finally straightened, she walked back with her chin as high as she could manage, heart hammering in her chest. She slipped the pencil into its cup, sat down carefully at her desk, and tried not to collapse.
Her legs were shaking. Her blood was molten in her face. Her core ached with tension she didn’t know how to handle.
“That was perfect,” Cade said smoothly.
The praise landed like a kiss on her spine.
Lili exhaled and nodded, finally feeling like she could breathe. She turned her attention to the screen on her desk, already open to a streaming service, and picked up the earbuds beside it with trembling fingers.
Behind her, the two men turned back to their work.
But Beckett’s gaze lingered.
Longer than it should have.
And she felt it the entire time.
Beckett closed the door to Lili's apartment behind him with a soft click and leaned back against it for half a breath. His chest rose, then fell in a slow, measured exhale.He felt less agitated now. His pulse was still high, but the pressure in his gut had eased. It had been building all week, every time she knelt beside his desk, every time she obeyed without question, every time she blushed and tried to hide it.But tonight?Her wide eyes. Her parted lips. The way she'd just let him.She looked so fucking beautiful covered in him.Marked like that.His cock twitched again.Beckett hissed under his breath and pushed off the door. Enough. He tried to shake the image from his head, but it clung to him like a fever. Was she still lying there? Silk clinging to her skin, his cum drying on her skin?He swore softly and crossed the small hall to his own apartment. As soon as he shut the door behind him, he shrugged off his jacket and headed straight for the small liquor cabinet tucked bene
She wasn’t dreaming.The realization hit like a crack of thunder through her chest.He was here. Not a dream. Not a phantom lingering at the edge of sleep.Her breath stuttered. Her skin prickled. Her stomach dropped and twisted all at once, desire and disbelief tangling in the pit of her belly.Beckett was in her room. In the middle of the night.The man who'd burst into her apartment like a storm. The man who'd shoved her back against the wall and nearly kissed her like he wanted to consume her whole.He was in her room. In the dark. Close enough to touch.Her pulse thundered in her ears as she stared at him, the shadows of his face sharp and unyielding.She stiffened, panic and heat crashing together inside her chest. And yet somehow, despite it all, she managed to keep her body still, her face composed, or close enough to it. Only her eyes betrayed her, wide and burning as they locked onto his.She swallowed. "Consent for what?"His eyes didn’t leave hers. That same shadowed inten
Lili woke to soft light and the quiet hum of city traffic far below. For the first time in days, there was no alarm, no footsteps, no low voices issuing instructions.Just stillness.She blinked at the ceiling, body sluggish, legs tangled in soft sheets. Her thighs ached faintly, a reminder of everything she’d surrendered the day before. She stretched slowly, savoring the deep pull through her back and hips.It was nearly ten.After a long shower and a few sunlit stretches in the living room, she made herself a light breakfast. Scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, berries. Her appetite had returned with surprising clarity. Everything tasted brighter. Cleaner.She dressed in soft leggings and an oversized sweater, hair pulled up into a loose bun, and sank into the sofa with one of the pregnancy books from Cade’s shelf. The chapters were dense and clinical, so many charts and terms, so many possibilities. She read three pages about first-trimester symptoms before shutting the book and set
“Stay there,” Cade said softly.Lili barely heard him over the sound of her own heartbeat, but she obeyed. Her cheek remained pressed against the rug, breath catching in short, shaky bursts as her body trembled in the aftermath. Her limbs felt molten, her thighs still quivering with each breath.She heard the quiet slide of a drawer opening, the rustle of plastic. Then Cade was kneeling beside her again, and something cool and damp touched the inside of her thigh.A wipe.He was cleaning her.Not rushed. Not impersonal. But slow. Almost reverent.“You did beautifully,” he murmured as he worked. “You made a mess, sweetheart.”His voice was warm, affectionate. She let her eyes close, tension bleeding out of her body with every careful stroke.When he was done, he reached for the soaked thong still tangled around her knees.“You won’t need this anymore,” he said, sliding it down her legs with gentle efficiency. “It’s ruined anyway.”She didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure she could.“Come on
Lili stayed kneeling even as Cade tucked himself away. Her lips were still wet, her jaw pleasantly sore, her mouth tingling with a heady mix of exertion and satisfaction.She waited, breathless, a warm buzz thrumming low in her belly. Eyes lowered. A beat passed. Then another.Cade didn’t groan. Didn’t tense. Didn’t spill into her mouth.Instead, he reached down and brushed a thumb along the corner of her lips. The touch was warm. Gentle.“That was very good," he murmured. "Almost too good, Lili."She blinked up at him, heart hammering.But he was already zipping his pants, smoothing his shirt, offering her nothing else. No finish. No reward. Just that low, satisfied voice.“You didn’t...” she began softly, unsure if she was allowed to ask.Cade gave her a small smile. Not mocking... kind. Dangerous in its calm.“No,” he said. “You’ll earn that another day.”The denial struck like a warm pulse of longing. Her throat tightened, but not with shame. Her thighs clenched, not from emptines
Lili's breath hitched, her eyes flicking down.Beckett’s cock was thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. Her mouth went dry. She hadn’t seen many but she was certain: he was big. Long, heavy, with veins ridging the shaft and a weight that made her stomach clench with nerves. Raw, physical attraction rolled through her, chased by something sharper: intimidation. Wanting it and fearing it all at once.He watched her face as she stared. No teasing, no arrogance. Just quiet dominance.“Start slow,” Cade said from somewhere behind her. “Lick the tip. Use your tongue first. No hands.”Her pulse thundered. She leaned in slowly, heart hammering, and parted her lips. Her tongue moved, hesitant, tracing the sensitive head. She heard Beckett’s sharp inhale above her.“Good,” Cade murmured. “Now again.”She obeyed. Another slow lick. Then she wrapped her lips around the crown and gently sucked.Beckett’s hand moved to the back of her head, firm but not pushing.“Deeper,” he said quietly
Lili’s pulse hammered as she obeyed.She crossed the office with slow, careful movements, her heels clicking softly in the charged silence. Cade remained seated behind his desk, watching her with an unreadable gleam in his eyes. But it was Beckett’s gaze she felt most keenly. He sat farther back, a
Lili’s heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she walked toward Cade’s desk, her breath shallow, her pulse thudding in her throat like a war drum. Every inch of her skin felt hyper-aware, as if even the air itself was touching her.Cade was waiting.He sat with his legs slightly parted,
The movie was supposed to be a distraction.Something light, forgettable, romcom fluff to smooth out the knots in her chest and help her forget, just for a while, that she’d just bent over in front of two billionaire strangers like a trained pet.But it didn’t quite work.The earbuds dulled the wor







