Damian was a cunning and ambitious lawyer, known for his aggressive negotiation tactics and his ability to manipulate the legal system. Beatrice was drawn to him, not just by his intellect and good looks, but also by his dark and twisted nature.

One evening, as they were working late on a high-profile case, Beatrice and Damian found themselves alone in the office. The tension between them was palpable, and as they exchanged heated glances, Beatrice couldn't help but feel aroused.

Damian knew exactly what he was doing. He walked over to Beatrice, his eyes locked onto hers, and whispered in her ear, "Beatrice, you know you want me. Don't you?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much for her to resist. She leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

“Fuck, Beatrice," Damian growled, his hands running up and down her body. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long.”

Beatrice moaned in response, her body aching for more. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted Damian, and she was going to have him.

As they made their way to the conference room, Damian couldn't help but smirk. "You know, Beatrice, we could get in a lot of trouble for this," he said, his voice dripping with lust.

Beatrice laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I don't care, Damian. I need you now."

Once inside the conference room, Damian wasted no time in undressing Beatrice. He pulled her skirt up, revealing her lacy underwear, and groaned in appreciation.

“You're such a dirty little lawyer," he growled, his hands running over her body. "How does your husband not know what a slut you are?"

Beatrice gasped at the dirty talk, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at his words. She was a slut, and she loved it.As

As Damian continued to explore her body, Beatrice couldn't help but think about the unethical billing practices they had been engaging in. They had been padding their hours and overcharging clients, all in the name of greed and power.

But as Damian's fingers found their way inside her, all thoughts of work disappeared. All that mattered was the pleasure they were giving each other.As they moved into a rhythm, Damian's fingers working their magic, Beatrice let out a moan.

“Oh, Damian," she gasped. "I can't believe we're doing this."Damian smirked, his fingers never stopping. "Neither can I, Beatrice. But I have to admit, it's fucking hot."

As they continued to fuck, Beatrice's mind drifted to thoughts of Justice Gorsuch. She had always admired him, and she couldn't help but wonder what he would think of her current situation.

But as she reached her climax, all thoughts of Gorsuch disappeared. All that mattered was the pleasure she was feeling, and the knowledge that she was cheating on her husband with a man who was just as ruthless and ambitious as she was.

As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Beatrice and Damian knew that they would continue their affair. They would continue to engage in unethical billing practices, all in the name of power and pleasure.

And as they walked out of the conference room, Beatrice couldn't help but smirk. She was a dirty little lawyer, and she loved every minute of it.

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