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“Yes, you are. I saw—” I snapped my mouth shut before I could confess I’d seen the two of them. Confusion flooded me as I looked between the two men. “You’re not gay?”

Alec shook his head.

“But you like men.”

His boyish grin held an air of mischief. “Quite a lot. Women too.”

Understanding dawned. “You’re bisexual.”

“That’s right.”

“Both of you?”

“Yes,” Lachlan said, stepping inside at last. He closed the door and walked slowly to the bed. His hard gaze ran down my body, taking in my open shirt and the skirt that was now twisted around my waist, revealing the cream-colored thong I’d worn to avoid panty lines when I bent over.

My cheeks blazed, and I tugged at my hem.

“Don’t.”

I froze, my gaze flying to his. But he wasn’t looking at my face. His golden stare was fixed between my legs, and his jaw was clamped tight. He’d rolled his sleeves up, revealing the golden skin and black hairs I’d seen the night he jerked off Alec against the bookcases in his office.

An image of those tanned hands on my thighs popped into my head. My breath hitched, and more moisture flooded my sex.

Lachlan’s nostrils flared. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and his expression grew more intense. Almost predatory.

Oh yes. Lachlan was definitely bisexual. How had I never seen it before?

“Chloe,” Alec said softly.

I jerked my gaze to his, even as Lachlan’s stare made my clit throb anew. My reply was more breath than sound. “Yes?”

“We’re not just bisexual. We’re polyamorous. Are you familiar with that term?”

For a second, I couldn’t speak. Lust surged hot in my veins, spreading to my sex and making my nipples tighten. The sensations were so intense they bordered on pain. I’d never been more turned on in my life. At the same time, I couldn’t think straight. The air seemed thicker—like the moments just before a thunderstorm. The jet engines droned, filling the room with white noise that muffled and blunted, making everything dreamy and smooth.

Alec was waiting for an answer, so I dragged in a breath. “You like multiple partners.”

“Yes. Specifically, we like bringing a woman into our bed.” His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, that gorgeous green drawing me in.

My heart raced as the ache between my legs intensified. I pressed hard against the headboard. Maybe the discomfort of wood digging into my shoulder blades would clear my head.

Because I couldn’t sleep with my bosses. Both of my bosses, at the same time. Who did that sort of thing? Yet it seemed that was exactly what they had in mind.

Didn’t they?

Lachlan began unbuttoning his shirt.

Yes. Yes, they did.

My mouth went dry, and my heart tried to pound from my chest.

This can’t be happening. I waited for Lachlan to stop, or for Alec to jump up and announce the whole thing was a big, cruel joke.

But Lachlan kept going, his long, nimble fingers working down the row of buttons.

I devoured him with my eyes, my gaze glued to his torso as he pulled off his shirt and undershirt, mussing his dark hair a bit as he went. His bare chest was smooth, and his rippling abs looked hard enough to wash clothes on. I let my gaze trail lower, and my eyes widened at the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

Warm fingers circled my ankle, and then Alec gave a gentle tug, as if he wanted to coax me off the headboard. He slid his hand higher, smoothing it up my calf. “We want you, Chloe. And if you let us, we’ll show you just how irresistible you are.”