Delilah’s POVI stepped out of Zedd’s private bathroom with my heart hammering against my ribs. The sleek, discreet vibrator was now nestled firmly against my clit, the soft silicone warm from my body heat. I had barely taken two steps into the office when it buzzed to life without warning.A low, steady vibration pulsed directly against my swollen, sensitive flesh.“Oh—fuck,” I gasped sharply, my hand flying out to grab the doorframe for support. My knees buckled instantly. The sudden, relentless sensation sent sharp, electric sparks shooting up my spine and down my thighs. I couldn’t think. My mind went blank except for the overwhelming throb between my legs.Zedd sat behind his massive desk, watching me with dark, predatory satisfaction. His stormy blue eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in every detail of my reaction, my flushed cheeks, my trembling thighs, and the way my fingers dug into the wood.“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice low. “That look on your face is easily the be
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