Season 1—Seduction—Episode 8

A tremor rode the fiery sensation in her veins. Thank God there were no drinks on her tray, because she was suddenly nowhere near as steady as she’d been with her childhood friends Rogen and Vin. She clasped the edges of the smooth metal and held the bottom of the empty tray flat against her waist with both hands, hoping Jax hadn’t seen the slight quiver of her fingers. Uncharacteristic of her. But this was risky territory.

Though she very earnestly said, “I consider myself extremely fortunate to have landed this job. Not just because the music is so darkly, richly haunting. But because I need it.”

Jax gave her a half nod. “Point taken.”

“I’m only here for two months.” She wasn’t sure why she’d brought that up. To warn him that her presence wasn’t permanent? Or . . . To encourage him that if he had any intention of making a move on her, it’d better be sooner rather than later?

Oh, you just had to go there, didn’t you?

She really could kick herself. Flirting with her boss? Seriously?

She’d been much more sensible the other night, making a hasty retreat after she’d gotten a solid glimpse at his naked torso. Ridiculously broad shoulders. Well-defined pectoral ledge. Cut abs. It really wasn’t fair to a woman’s senses for a man to be that magnificently built. She had no doubt Lex would double the viewing pleasure.

And that was her mental cue to move along before she issued a real invitation.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said, all breathy again. “I have others to serve.”

“And I need to rejoin the party.”

Yet . . . They both remained where they were. Staring at each other for endless seconds.

Until Lily somehow found the good grace to break the eye contact and turn away.

She collected a scotch and rocks from the bartender, who’d been hitting on her all night, despite her actually demonstrating the utmost professionalism with him and the other staff. The guests. It was Lex and Jax that made her insides blaze and the most inappropriate thoughts and words spring to mind.

She delivered the cocktail to Lex, who was just as dashing in his designer tux as Jax was—and was engulfed by female admirers.

Regardless of the groupies surrounding him, Lex grinned at her. “Sensational dress.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

He took her in from head to toe. And the sexual tension ratcheted numerous degrees.

Trying to be cautious and conscious of what it was she might be silently putting into play, she left Lex with his fans and continued making the rounds.

Midnight approached, with the ceremonious countdown and a phenomenal display of elaborate fireworks over the bay. There were well wishes and kisses delivered.

Lily stood off to the side, doing her damnedest not to succumb to envy should Lex or Jax get caught up in the celebration with the women who flocked to them in droves.

Worse, she had to do everything in her power to keep from fantasizing about them whisking her into their arms and kissing her senseless. Either of them . . . both of them.

The party didn’t run too late, with the last of the guests departing just after one a.m. Lily prepped the men’s suites and then entered the music room while they changed into casual attire in their dressing rooms, since they’d informed her they intended to work this evening. She poured Pellegrino when they joined her, dropped in lime twists, and handed them each a cut-crystal tumbler. She’d already set out the glass coasters, one on the ledge of Lex’s piano and the other on an end table next to the conglomeration of Jax’s violins.

She remained unobtrusive, truly appreciative that they permitted her to stay a while as they practiced, then debated this or that, then practiced some more. The stopping and starting didn’t faze her. She was thoroughly engrossed the whole time, even when replenishing their sparkling water.

About an hour in, Lex said, “Lily, take the rest of the night off. Your feet must be killing you.”

“I’ve been on them through plenty of double shifts. I’m fine.”

“Take it as an order,” Jax added with a pointed look.

Clearly the bossy one of the duo.

“Very well.” She carefully removed the diamonds, placed them on the linen napkin lining one of her trays, and put it on the grand piano. “I’m sure you’d prefer to keep these in your own safe overnight. I’ll bring the box by first thing in the morning.”

“Did you enjoy wearing them?” Lex asked, a roguish glimmer lighting his eyes.

“Very much. I was a bit worried I’d break a clasp or something, but otherwise felt rather princess-like. The dress is lovely as well. I’ll have it returned to my tailor, assuming that’s where it came from.”

Lex gave a nod.

“I’ll leave you both to your work, then.” She headed toward the entryway.

Before she passed through it, though, Lex told her, “Keep the dress and the shoes, Lily.”

She shot him a look over her bare shoulder.

“They’re perfect on you,” he said.

Her heart constricted at his kindness—and generosity.

But . . .

“I really couldn’t,” she contended.

“Consider it a bonus for a great performance this evening.”

“They’re both Prada and much too expens—”

“Keep the dress and the shoes, Lily,” Jax insisted in his deep, sensual tone. “You were flawless tonight. You earned them.”

Lily was almost too speechless to even say, “Thank you.” It came out low and shaky as emotion swelled in her throat.

She loved the dress. Couldn’t wait to wear it in Paris, because she owned nothing that could ever compare—nothing truly worthy of a special night out in la Ville Lumière.

Neither man had any idea they were making her dreams come true in so many ways. Causing tears to prickle the backs of her eyes.

Still reveling in her Cinderella moment, she gave them both a warm smile. Then left them so they could continue playing.

~ * * * ~

Jax woke around six in the morning with a hot, pulsating erection and the vision of Lily crawling all over him blazing through his brain.

He’d been dreaming about her. Dreaming of her lying on top of him, her tongue sweeping over his muscles, her teeth tenderly biting his nipples, her wet pussy rubbing against his abdomen, coating his skin. Lex was behind her, carefully fucking that enticing ass Jax had been fantasizing about nonstop since she’d come to the mansion. Lily was moaning and her manicured nails were digging into Jax’s shoulders, driving him wild.

His hands were on her hips, not guiding her in any way because what Lex did to her rocked her body against his. Her warm breath teased Jax’s skin, making him harder.

“I have to feel you, too,” she told Jax. “Inside me. Now.”

He groaned. Double penetration was the ultimate in pleasure as far as he was concerned. For all involved.

“Jax,” she urged in a raspy voice. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he all but growled. His cockhead nudged her opening as Lex continued to pump slowly into her.

Her sharp pants of air filled the quiet room. Her breasts nestled below his pecs, her tight nipples rubbing along his sinew.

She gazed into Jax’s eyes and said, “I want you. So much. I want you and Lex to make me come.”

He pressed in. She cried out.

“Fuck,” he murmured as heat rushed through him. He couldn’t hold back and thrust fully into her, causing her to scream as the climax tore through her.

And he and Lex were right there with her . . .

As Jax lay staring up at the ceiling, in reality, he regretted not sending her away when he’d first thought of it.

Because now, he absolutely had to have her.