“What?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I do. Side table.”
He lifts his head to look at me. He grins, and it’s so sexy it’s a wonder I don’t come right now.
He yanks out the drawer and pulls out a strip of condoms. He opens one and sheaths himself.
Then he positions his hips between my thighs. “Trick or treat, Charlotte.”
I wrap my legs around him. “Treat, Oliver.”
His hips push forward in one steady thrust, and I’m in sweet, erotic heaven as he fills me.