FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!
' His cologne wrapped around her, familiar and safe, unlike Vardo's raw edge.
They mingled, Nia pitching Vince's vision, her speech notes tucked in her clutch. Donors nodded, impressed, but her mind split—Vince's laugh drawing her in, Vardo's stare burning from the shadows. During the auction, Vince pulled her onto the dance floor, hand at her lower back, guiding her in a slow waltz. 'Your work on the rebuttal... it's turning the tide. I'm grateful.' His body pressed close, thigh brushing hers through the slit, stirring heat low in her belly. Nia's nipples hardened against the fabric, pussy aching anew, the soreness from Vardo mixing with fresh want for Vince's gentle strength.
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