I yanked the vibrator away in a frantic motion, the sudden absence leaving my clit pulsing with neglect, and let my skirt drop back into place, though it did little to conceal the flush creeping up my neck.

 My face burned with mortification, cheeks scorching as I stammered, 'I—I'm so sorry, Mr. Carter. I found it in your office earlier. I didn't mean to... I wasn't thinking...' 

The excuses tumbled out in a rush, but he closed the distance in two long strides, his large hand clamping down over my wrist like a vice. He pried the still-buzzing device from my fingers with effortless strength, the contact of his skin...