Claire’s thighs were still trembling when his hand finally moved. He plucked the toy from her grip as though she were a child who couldn’t be trusted with it, flicking the power higher until the hum deepened to a savage growl.

She swallowed a whimper. Her nipples ached from the relentless buzzing, her skin tingling where the vibrations had kissed. Her tank top clung damp with sweat, every breath ragged and shallow.

The man studied her flushed face, the glassy wetness in her eyes. His smile was slow, dangerous. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Already shaking, already dripping. And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Her throat worked soundlessly.

He...