Page 49 of Crazy Little Thing Called Love

“Why did you—”

“Condom,” he gritted the word out between clenched teeth. He was hanging on by a thread, trying to hold on, make it amazing for her, but damned if he’d be an irresponsible jackass and risk getting her pregnant.

“Fuck!” She smacked her forehead.

“I’d like to, but first we need a rubber.”

She glared. “Really, Del? Sex jokes at a time like this?”

“It’s either laugh or cry.” He shrugged. “I’m just trying not to blubber like a baby and take away my manly sex god status in your eyes.”

“You mean, you don’t have any protection?”

Her face fell with such devastation, and he knew precisely how she felt. His poor balls were so blue they were working their way toward purple.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting this when I came over last night.”

“But,” she appeared flummoxed. “Don’t all guys keep like an emergency condom in their wallet or something?”

“Sure, if you’re an idiot and want it to break due to heat from being near your ass all day.”

Cassie shook her head. “Oh, so now you’re Mr. Sex Ed? Perfect!”

He laughed at her umbrage. “Wait, are you mad at me because I have a comprehensive knowledge of safe sex and practice it?”

“I’m mad because I’m horny, you’re sexy, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“I wouldn’t say nothing.” They could sure do a lot without actual penetration. “Besides, don’t women nowadays have their favorite brands they keep on hand? Isn’t it both parties who should think about protection?”

“This isn’t funny, Del.”

“You see me laughing?” If she could see the inner him, she’d see a man crying harder than a baby at feeding time.

“I just—wait a minute.” Her eyes shifted to her closet, mouth turning up with a grin. “I think we might be saved.”

He started to ask what she meant, but Cassie shoved him off her and scrambled from the bed before he could form words.

Running naked to her closet, she threw open the door and reached up to the high shelf. Amused by her fervor, he leaned on his side, watching the sweet tightening of her backside as she stretched. Her fingers grasped a small black gift bag, pulling it down into her hands. She rummaged around in it, mumbling to herself until she squealed with delight. Jumping up and down, she turned to him with a huge smile on her face.

“Yes! I knew keeping Charlie’s stupid Galentine’s Day present would come in handy.”

She dropped the bag, holding a strip of condoms in her hand.

“My sister gave you condoms?” He didn’t know whether to be horrified or happy.

“And lube and a vibrator.”

Horrified.

“What? Why? What the hell is Galentine’s Day?”

She approached the bed, foil packets dangling from her fingers. “You need to watch more TV, and do you really want to discuss this now?”

Hell no, he didn’t. “No, and believe me, I never thought I’d say this, but I am so freaking glad my sister gave you condoms.”

“Me too.” With an eager grin, she ripped one of the packets off the strip, tossing the rest on the nightstand.

“Come here,” he said. Cassie placed her hand in his, and he playfully tugged her back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms and rolling her under him. “Now, where were we?”

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