Best Intentions

Why was she walking away? Emily reached for a bag on top of one of the cupboards. It looked as if it was made of velvet in a deep red colour.

When Jamie saw what Emily pulled from the bag, her eyes widened.

“Now,” Emily said, turning back to Jamie. “You only have to say the word and this goes back in the bag. But this”—she stepped closer until her thighs were pressed between Jamie’s—“is exactly how I want you.”

Jamie swallowed. Stared at the dildo in Emily’s hand. It wasn’t huge, thank God. Oh sure, Jamie had tried it once on herself to see what it was...