Chloe’s blood turned to ice. She slammed the door shut in Noah’s stunned face, her pulse hammering so hard she thought her chest might split open.

“Oh God… oh God, no…” she whispered, stumbling back. The vibrator slipped from her hand onto the floor, still humming faintly, mocking her. She killed the switch, shoved it deep inside the drawer, and pressed her palms to her flushed cheeks. Her body shook not with pleasure now, but with mortification.

She yanked on the nearest robe, ...