I zipped up the suitcase and sidled up behind Emma, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her warmth pressed against me, and I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "Think the kids are out cold?" I whispered, my voice low and teasing. "Want to play with Ryan tonight?"

Emma tilted her head back against my chest, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Ryan sounds perfect," she murmured, her tone laced with mischief. Ryan was the name of her favorite toy-a thick, ten-inch realistic dildo that never failed to spark something wild in her.

Ryan was also the name of a guy she'd known in college, a fling from her postgraduate year in another city. Emma had done her undergrad, then spent eight months in a new town for a master's program. She hadn't settled in enough to build a real life there-no steady boyfriend, just a few friends and casual nights out. Ryan was part of those nights. He had a fiancée back home, so their connection was never meant to last, but Emma always said he was gorgeous, magnetic. They'd fool around after drinks or on quiet nights at his place-kissing, her hands on him, her mouth on him. She drew the line at sex because of his fiancée, but the memories stuck with her.