The gala was glass and black tie and the kind of lighting that made everyone look expensive.Elena stood in the hotel ballroom with a champagne flute she was not drinking and a dress Damien had chosen: high neck, long sleeves, a slit that only showed when she walked. Underneath, nothing but the slim, dense toy he had seated in her before the car arrived, already slick from the way he had worked it in while she braced against her own kitchen counter, forehead to the cabinet, breathing through the stretch like it was another protocol.On. Low.The first pulse hit as the keynote speaker thanked the sponsors.Elena’s fingers tightened on the stem of the glass. The vibration was small, deep, impossible to ignore—a blunt, intimate pressure against the front wall of her pussy that made her inner muscles flutter around the toy in a helpless clench. She smiled at a developer who had just said her name and felt heat climb her throat. Across the room Damien stood with two partners from her firm,
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