The first time I saw it, the sleek black harness lying delicately on the silk bedsheet. My pulse kicked like a drum. I didn't know if it was fear, excitement, or both.
Riley sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, watching me with that unreadable smile she always wore when she was about to change my world.
"You said you wanted to try something new," she said. "I don't force. I invite."
She always phrased it like that, an invitation. Like I had a choice, like I hadn't been secretly fantasizing about this moment since the first time I walked into our shared apartment and saw her in nothing but a sports bra and boxers.
I swallowed hard, glancing between her and the harness. "I didn't think you'd actually bring it home."
"Well," she said, standing up and slowly walking
