“Do you like what you see?” Mr. Blackwell’s low, velvety voice wrapped around Kensie like warm silk, startling her out of her dazed trance.

She whipped around so fast she nearly lost her balance, her cheeks burning bright red as the vibrator she’d been holding slipped from her fingers and clattered loudly onto the hardwood floor. The sound echoed through the otherwise silent master bedroom like an accusation.

“Mr. Blackwell! I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Kensie stammered, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as embarrassment flooded through her.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised and a...