ROSE’S POV

My breath was already caught somewhere between my chest and my throat when Damien lifted the lid.

Nestled on black velvet was a small, smooth silver egg—shiny, perfectly oval, about the size of a large grape. Attached to it was a thin silicone tail with a little loop at the end. It looked innocent enough…until I realized what it was. I’d seen it in my search a few minutes ago.

Damien’s voice dropped to that low, velvet rumble that always made my knees weak.

“Do you know what this is called, baby?”

He picked it up between his thumb and forefinger, letting it dangle in front of my...