" What is it?”
“Something with which to penetrate you.”
“But you can penetrate me now. As often as you like.”
“Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t explore other options.”
“Hmm,” I said. “Soooo instead of diamonds or shoes, you got me a . . .” I stared at him, and waited for him to reveal the nature of his present.
He grinned. “Buzz, buzz, Ellie Bee. "

― Michele Bardsley , Cross Your Heart (Broken Heart #7)