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“Not tonight.” She stepped out from under his arm and reached for her dress. “I need to get back to the reception.” Evan would be looking for her. If she didn’t show up soon, he’d call out the cavalry, and if she were discovered like this, undressed, her juices slick on her thighs, her hair and makeup—

She grabbed her clutch from the floor and glanced into her mirror.

Not as bad as she’d thought. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, but nothing a little powder and lipstick wouldn’t fix.

He helped her zip up her dress, then rested his hands on her shoulders. “If not tonight, then when? What’s your name? How do I get in touch with you?”

His act was impeccable. A true professional. She’d make sure that Eleanor knew.

“You seem like a resourceful man,” she said as he did up his fly. “If you want to see me again, I expect you can find me.”

While he was still fumbling with his bow tie, she slipped out the door and ran down the hall, feeling on fire, feeling dirty and sexy—feeling fantastic—as if she had the best secret to hold over everyone else in that boring cocktail party. Not to mention everyone who’d hear her keynote tomorrow.

Chapter Three

S
till buzzing, feeling sexy and powerful for all the right reasons, Vicky kicked off her pumps the second she entered her suite. The marble tiles of the foyer were cool, soothing. After returning to the party, she’d allowed herself a rare second glass of champagne and she felt slightly tipsy, high on the alcohol—and the sex. She didn’t even know the man’s name, didn’t care.

And it was only night one. The Fantasies Unleashed experience had already exceeded her expectations. Money very well spent. She could
never
risk an encounter like that with a man who was actually
attending
the conference. And no man attending the conference would risk that kind of sex with her. He’d be too worried that his sexual attention or aggression would affect his business dealings with her company or her foundation.

She passed by the huge bouquet of peach and cream roses on the foyer table and inhaled the sweet scent, closing her eyes in pleasure. A bath. That’s what she needed. Walking through the master bedroom, she noticed a small package resting against the red velvet throw pillows adorning the oversized and overstuffed king bed. It was still sealed.

Evan typically opened her mail, leaving anything that needed her attention on her desk, or in the case of this hotel, on the monstrous dining room table. Even if this was something for her eyes only, it was odd that he’d placed it on her bed. An intrusion too far. Evan always held a second key to every hotel room she stayed in, and to all of her residences, but he knew that the master bedroom and bathroom were off limits. She considered picking up the phone to scold him, but thought the better of it. Why let anything kill her buzz?

Curious, she plopped down on the bed, stretched out and sank into the soft pillow-top mattress and down comforter. The packet was marked only with her name and a stamp reading
Highly Confidential
.

She tore open the top, turned onto her side and dumped the contents onto the white duvet cover to expose three sealed plastic packages and a crisp folded notecard. Linen stationery. She opened the note.

Victoria, Please wear these items—all of them—to your keynote tomorrow. I want you hot and wet and ready for my cock when you’re finished.

It wasn’t signed. She opened the smallest of the packets and it contained a tiny earpiece, the kind that would stay completely concealed, even if she wore her hair up. She set it in her ear and could barely feel it. It was equally easy to take out, so she could remove it if someone used it to distract her while she was speaking.

And having a sexy voice in her ear tomorrow? That could be interesting. Or perhaps her fantasy facilitator was planning to use it to tell her where they’d next meet. All good. All inventive. Eleanor was right about the element of surprise. It made her fantasy more exciting.

She opened the biggest package and gasped as she drew herself up to sit on the bed. It was like a thong, but with no fabric, only black elastic straps and a small plastic and silicon contraption that, if she were right, would be positioned right over her clit once the thong was on.

Unwilling to wait for the morning, she removed her underwear, still damp from the sex, and tried on the thong. She adjusted it so that the small vibrator rested over her clit. How did this thing turn on? She looked in the package to see whether she’d missed anything, and then checked the thong to look for a button, finding none. What use was a vibrator with no ‘on’ button? Maybe the last packet contained a remote.

She tore open the last packet but instead found a thick, bullet-style vibrator with a string. Lying back, she pushed it inside her, the string hanging out. Again, there was no ‘on’ button, no remote, and once the device was inside, she couldn’t feel it. She tugged on the string and pushed the vibrator in and out in a few times, but it was no use. It was a sorry replacement for the real live cock she’d had inside her an hour ago.

Pulling it out, she lay back again and picked up her underwear. The fabric was damp, and she imagined her secret man’s cock rubbing against the fabric as he rammed himself into her. Heat radiated inside her again.

If her wearing the vibrators and an earpiece was his game for tomorrow, she was more than willing to play.

***

The next day, Vicky stood in the darkened wing of the huge stage set up in the hotel’s main ballroom as the attendees were finishing lunch. She ran her hand down the heavy black fabric of the curtains that cordoned off the sides of the stage. The conference chair was making a boring speech about his group’s strategic plan and making way-too-obvious pleas for donations. He was supposed to be giving her a quick introduction, but at this rate the audience would be asleep before she stepped up to the mic.

She shifted, and the vibrator pressed delightfully into her flesh. It was barely past noon, but she was feeling excited, anticipating whatever sexual treats her man from Fantasies Unleashed had planned for the day.

“Victoria.” A voice came through the small earbud, and she raised her hand to her ear. “I trust you are wearing the devices?”

She glanced around, hoping to figure out where the voice was coming from, but had no way of knowing.

“Here’s a small taste.” The vibrator over her clit buzzed. The sensation was so strong, so unexpected, she practically doubled forward. Then the bullet inside her buzzed, too. Just a short pulse, but strong.

“Get used to it,” the deep voice said. “I want you hot and wet. Ready for my cock. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.”

Her cheeks felt flushed and she fanned herself lightly, wanting her keynote to be over and done with so she could have that man’s luscious rod inside her again. His voice sounded different through the earpiece, but when she closed her eyes she could see his face, his hands, his body. She could imagine his cock as she tightened around the bullet inside her, pulsing against it and raising her arousal.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Victoria Adams.” The speaker’s voice dragged her from the euphoria of sexual anticipation. She straightened her skirt, and the vibrator inside her started again with steady buzz, just enough to make her aware of its presence. Expecting it to stop, she waited a few seconds, but when it didn’t she took a long breath and strode to the podium, vibrations humming inside her.

The applause rose as she stepped onto the platform that she always requested to combat her height.

“Thank you,” she said into the microphone. “You’re too kind.” The clit vibrator buzzed. Her pelvis convulsed but she kept her composure. Her image was projected onto several screens, positioned beside her and at various other places around the huge room. She glanced at the image as the clit vibrator zapped her again.

“You’re mine,” the voice in her ear said. “I control you.”

She smiled at her ability to hide her reaction. This—this was
exactly
what she’d wanted. No one in the audience could guess what was going on, not by her expression or her demeanor, and with a quick glance at the teleprompter, mostly to ensure it was working, she began her speech.

The man remained silent as she spoke, but the vibrator inside her continued to buzz, its intensity rising and falling, teasing her, and her internal muscles massaged it right back. The bullet was a constant reminder, a constant promise of what was to come, but she easily maintained her concentration through its undulating vibrations.

On the other hand, the device over her clit—each time it went off, she had to fight to hide her body’s reactions. Twice her voice caught, but she took sips of water to disguise the cause for the rare breaks in her polished oration.

When the first of her prepared videos began, the spotlights on her dimmed, and she could see some of the faces in the crowd—all these people in their staid suits, their earnest expressions, their smug assumptions that she was cold and celibate, the ultimate Ice Queen.

If only they knew.

Both vibrators went on high at once, and she grabbed the sides of the podium and looked down to hide her reaction. Every nerve and muscle tightened, every ounce of blood flowed to her sex. She turned away from the podium, facing the video screen as her orgasm took over. Pleasure rippled through her, emanating from her clit and spreading through her chest to her throat, to her fingers and toes.

“How’s that?’ the voice said, then chuckled. “That’s
nothing
compared to what I’m going to do to you after you get off the stage. I’m going to suck on your clit like a vacuum. I’m going to drive my cock into you so hard you won’t be able to walk.” His words only added to the intensity, and her knees weakened. It was hard to stay on her feet. If this happened while she was speaking, everyone would know.

The video ended and the audience applauded. She drew a cleansing breath to put the shattered pieces of herself back together, and then turned back to the podium, smiling, hiding the truth from them all. Two more times during the speech, the man brought her to orgasm, but only once did her composure break, and she feigned a coughing attack to cover. By the time the audience rose for a standing ovation, she needed to sit.

Her knees wobbled as she walked off the stage, and she nearly grasped the black curtains for support.

“Are you okay?” Evan asked, a worried expression on his handsome face.

“I’m absolutely fine.” She straightened her posture and fought the trembling inside her. “When’s my next meeting?” In spite of the man’s threats, she suspected that she didn’t have any fucking time built into her schedule at the moment.

Evan consulted his tablet. “You have Marshall Billings in five minutes, then one meeting every fifteen minutes until 5:30. After that, I scheduled a two-hour break before dinner.” Evan’s eyes rose from the tablet to meet hers. “And I arranged a seat at dinner for your date.”

“You did?” She didn’t have a date, but quickly realized that someone from Eleanor’s staff was going to pose as her dinner date. That was unexpected—and kind of cheeky, especially since her fantasy’s parameters had stressed secrecy. Having a man at her side for a business dinner would be a first. People would take notice.

As much as the
Fortune
headline had stung, she actually didn’t mind her Ice Queen image. Especially today. She loved the idea of no one knowing the truth.

Evan guided her toward the boardroom she’d rented, and on the way, both vibrators turned on, reminding her of their promises yet to be fulfilled.

Chapter Four

V
icky endured a seemingly endless barrage of meetings, each one blurring into the next. The sporadic zaps to her clit were easier to take while seated, and she felt sure that not one of the powerful men or women with whom she met had any idea of what was going on inside her, or the dirty words that were occasionally spoken in her ear.

She hadn’t spotted her man from last night all day, and wondered about the range for the remote on these devices. Where was he? Or was someone else controlling her delicious torture?

As Evan handed her the one-sheet for her last meeting, his cell phone buzzed. He spoke quietly to someone for a few moments, then pressed the phone against his suit jacket and asked, “Do you need me for this last meeting?”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I doubt that it’s anything for you to worry about,” he said. “But I should take care of it.”

“Fine.” She waved him off. “You’ve left me the information about dinner and my itinerary for tomorrow morning, right?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Everything should be on your phone. And if you need anything—”

“Go ahead. Put out the fires and then take the evening off, if you can.”

The young man grinned ear to ear. Really, sometimes he looked about sixteen, even though she knew he had a bright future at her company. “Thanks, boss.”

“Close the door on your way out.”

“Sure thing.”

As soon as the door clicked behind him, she gave herself the rare luxury of letting her feet lift from the floor as she pushed herself back in the padded chair. Her legs were so short, they straightened and the chair tipped back. Her man hadn’t zapped her with either vibrator for over an hour, and while she’d started to miss the stimulation, the day had left her exhausted, spent from the constant adrenaline of being ‘on’ for her speech and the meetings, while being ‘turned on’ at the same time.

She’d barely glanced at the notes Evan had left her for this final meeting. Whoever was coming was late. Grabbing the edge of the table, she swiveled her chair to the side, facing away from the closed door. She shut her eyes, eager for her meetings and the dinner to be over so she could have sex with that man again.

She woke with both vibrators buzzing. Hard. She moaned, and her chair tipped back even further. She grabbed its arms and opened her eyes to see a man looming over her from behind. Not her man from last night—another.

“Are you ready for my cock?” he asked. The voice. It was the man who’d been inside her head all day. The vibrators subsided, then buzzed again.