Her fingers found it by feel: sleek, discreet, her little emergency escape. The compact vibrator fit perfectly in her palm like it belonged there, warm from the heat it had absorbed from the drawer's darkness. She turned the lock on her office door, her heart thumping now, louder than it should have been.
This wasn't about stress relief.
It wasn't even about Nate's sample.
It was about him.
She leaned back in her chair, eyes closing as she slid her free hand down the front of her panties. Her folds were already slick -- embarrassingly so -- her c**t throbbing and tender with need. As her fingers brushed over it, her breath hitched.
"Just a quick one..." she whispered to no one.
But it wouldn't be quick. Not really. Not when the memory was still so vivid -- the sheer weight of him in
