Daddy three shot; seducing her husband's stepbrothers

Lily's POV.For a long, suspended moment, none of them spoke.There were three identical faces staring at me, yet, three completely different expressions.Cassian was openly amused, the corner of his lips curled into a smug smirk, Damian's face remained composed, with hints of intensity in his eyes, and Roman just simply watched me.Cassian broke the silence first."So..." he drawled, lazily swirling the liquor in his glass. "Are we hallucinating?" I couldn't help the tiny smile tugging at my lips. "I don't think so."He leaned back. "Good, because I'd hate to wake up."Roman let out the faintest chuckle, then gestured toward the empty chair beside their table. "Sit."I drew in a deep breath and took the seat.Almost immediately, one of the women sitting beside Cassian looked me up and down before rolling her eyes."Seriously guys? You're going to let this lady interrupt our fun because she's dressed like a slut?"Roman suddenly slammed his glass on the table, with a loud thud, even

Lily's POV.I sat motionless behind my desk.Normally, by this time of the morning, I'd already finished reviewing a bunch of financial reports, answered dozens of emails, and rewritten whatever disastrous proposal Ryan's executives had somehow approved.Today... My laptop had been open for almost twenty minutes.I hadn't typed a single word.Instead... I found myself replaying yesterday.Three pair of hands all over my body, no part of my body was left out.My memory was clogged with every dirty thing they did to me, every dirty sinful word they whispered in my ears.I'd spent three years wondering what was wrong with me, why had Ryan never found me attractive enough to touch me without me begging for it?Yesterday had forced me to ask a different question.What if nothing had ever been wrong with me? What if Ryan was the problem all along?I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.The Whitmore triplets had looked at me the way no one ever has; they made me feel seen, and worship