The conference room lights were off except for the soft blue glow of the projector Elena had powered on screen blank but reflective like a giant mirror, throwing their silhouettes across the wall in high definition.
The long table gleamed under city lights streaming through the glass walls. Risky as hell anyone in the opposite tower with binoculars could catch a glimpse but that only made her wetter.
Damian entered behind her, locking the double doors. In his hand: a sleek, black bullet vibrator he'd pulled from his locked drawer. He didn't speak at first just circled her like prey, eyes devouring the way her short dress clung to every curve, no bra, no panties, n*****s already peaked and visible.
"Face the screen," he commanded, voice rough. "Hands on the table. Ass out. Show the city
