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Alison worked to pull what tiny bit of hem she had down over her bottom. She straightened the front of her dress.
“What did you mean next size?” she asked. “About the wand. What is it?”
He tucked the baton in his inside pocket. He couldn’t wait to hand it back off to Drew. He had to give it to his best friend. This was the best way he’d ever spent time at one of these mixers. They were usually boring as hell, but tonight the bar had been raised. He never wanted to attend one again without Alison.
“This is the beginner size. You have to work up,” he explained.
“Work up?” It was cute how her eyes got big.
“Yes. You’re so tight, I don’t know how long it’s going to take.”
She bit her lip. “Is that bad? Am I making you wait too long?”
He chuckled. “It’s not bad. But you need another size to get your ass ready.” Just thinking about it made his cock ache. He wanted to be inside her. There was nothing like it when he was inside a pussy, and the pressure from her ass being filled hit his cock. He didn’t know if he could tell her what a fucking state of nirvana it would put them all in.
“But I want you both now,” she whispered. “I want you and Drew.”
“That’s sweet baby, but this is fun too. We like helping you get there. Making sure it feels good is part of the turn on.” He wrapped his hand around her waist. “Come on. Let’s get another vodka shot and find Drew. I’m sure he has another dark corner for you. You have an entire night of practice ahead of you.”
“I get to do it again?”
Hunter laughed loudly as they walked into the party. Her innocence was adorable. “All night.”
Twenty-One
Alison
It was surreal. Alison drifted through the party, smiling and shaking hands with wealthy investors in HiTech Global. Hunter introduced her as an artist and his traveling companion to one of the board members. Tomorrow she would be introduced as the woman who had branded Soar.
“You should see her designs,” he complimented. “Nothing compares to what she has brought to the company.”
“Really?” The older man looked surprised.
Under any other circumstance she would have loved to talk about her art, but after the hand-off on the balcony she couldn’t think. Art was on another planet. Her body was in a galaxy of its own, waiting to exist with Drew and Hunter.
“Tell me, Alison, have you planned on seeing the Bellagio’s exhibit while you are in town?” he asked.
Hunter elbowed her in the side, bringing her back to the conversation. She preferred daydreaming in her sex galaxy.
“Oh, the exhibit?” She looked at Hunter.
He nodded. “I plan on taking her before we leave Sunday. Our schedule is full while we’re here, but I’ve heard it’s one-of-a-kind.”
She liked the way Hunter winked at her.
“Good. Good. A true artist never misses an opportunity to see great work. I know you are quite the connoisseur yourself.”
Hunter agreed, “I am. I like to think I have excellent taste in artists.”
Alison didn’t feel like an artist at the moment. She felt like a sex goddess, exploring something forbidden and delicious. She looked around the room and spotted Drew. He beckoned her with the crook of his finger.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she apologized. “I think Drew needs to discuss something with me. Probably about the announcement tomorrow.”
“It was nice to meet you,” the board member tipped his glass in her direction, but she only had one focus—Drew.
“I see you are cozying up to our big backers,” he teased.
She smiled when she reached his arm. “He suggested I see the Bellagio art exhibit. Hunter said he would take me.”
