"Do you have a condom?" Eliana asked, breathless, voice barely steady.
Nicky froze just enough to blink at her, still hovering above, cock in hand and ready to bury himself inside her. "It's... in the car," he said, almost sheepish.
She stared up at him, chest heaving, lips parted. "You drove straight here, didn't you?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "Didn't think I'd get this lucky."
She raised a brow. "You're about to get very lucky, but—"
"I'll pull out," he said quickly, the words tumbling. "I swear it."
She blinked. Once. Twice. It was a miracle she hadn't gotten pregnant the first time they did this. And maybe this was stupid. Maybe it was reckless. But God—he looked at her like that and all her rules went up in smoke. Logic was burning fast under the weight of his body, the heat between her thighs, and the hunger in his eyes.
"Whatever," she muttered. "Fast and furious first."
Nicky grinned like he'd won the fucking lottery. "You're the best girl."
