Page 98 of If It Can't Be Us

“So do you,” I whisper back, my voice filled with passion. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I feel the hard press of his cock against my hip, and it sends a thrill through me. An aching, hot pulse builds between my thighs. My fingers work his belt, the need to feel him consuming me entirely. He catches my hand, guiding it to his zipper, and I pull it down with a sharp tug.

“Someone’s eager,” he teases, his voice low and rough, but there’s no mistaking the urgency in his movements as he lifts the hem of my dress.

I laugh into his mouth, “You got that right, babe.”

The cold air against my skin contrasts sharply with the warmth of his touch as his hand slips between my thighs. I bite back a moan, not wanting to draw attention to our little escapade, but it’s difficult to stay quiet when he knows exactly how to drive me crazy.

“Do you have a condom?” I manage to ask between gasps and kisses.

“Ialwayshave a condom,” Leo replies, taking one out of his pocket and ripping the corner.

He lets out a low growl as he frees himself, the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance over my underwear. He pauses for a moment, his eyeslocking onto mine. The intensity in his eyes sends a rush of anticipation through me.

Just as he takes the condom out, the door rattles against us as someone tries to come in.

The lock isn’t holding, and Leo quickly reacts, dropping the condom wrapper as he pushes the door closed. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath before locking it again. The buzz from the drinks we’ve had only adds to the chaos. We silently gasp for breath, staring at each other and trying not to laugh. My heart beats wildly, and I can hear it in my ears.

“Hurry,” I gasp, the words barely coherent as he finds the edge of my panties and pulls them aside.

He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts into me, filling me completely. His hands grip my hips tightly, the sensation electric, making my breath hitch. He moves with a rhythm that’s both desperate and controlled, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he drives deeper, the sound of our panting breaths and the faint echo of the party outside filling the bathroom.

“Leo,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. He leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his pace quickening.

The tension coils tighter within me, each movement bringing me closer to release. When it finally hits, it’s like an explosion. My body shudders as a surge of ecstasy courses through my veins, a breathy moan escaping my lips. He follows moments later, his grip on me tightening as he finds his own release.

We stay there for a few moments, breathing heavily. Slowly, he lowers me back to the floor, smoothing down my dress as he pulls out. I catch my breath.

“That was… so intense,” I say, laughing breathlessly.

He grins, then his eyes widen as he looks down. “Viv, the condom,” he gestures toward the floor where the unused condom lies next to its wrapper.

He squeezes his eyes shut, pressing a fist against the door and resting his head on it. “Fuck, I dropped it when someone tried to come in.” he mutters, his voice filled with regret. “I must’ve thought I put it on.”

Liquid pools in my underwear as I let the reality of what just happened sink in. I can see the worry etched on Leo’s face, the tension in his shoulders. “Don’t worry, babe,” I say, trying to sound reassuring. “It took Ben and me forever to get pregnant, even with tracking my cycle and everything. It’s unlikely that I’d get pregnant from this one time. And you were just tested, so we really don’t have anything to worry about.”

I’m not overly concerned but still try to calculate where I am in my cycle, but the shots are hitting me and the room is starting to spin.

Damn, I can’t think.

I haven’t tracked my fertility since I was trying to get pregnant with Ben; there’s been no need. Honestly, I don’t even remember when I’m fertile, or if I ever figured it out because my cycle can be sporadic. The stress of the situation mixed with the alcohol I’ve had is making everything a blur.

Leo rubs his forehead, pinching and smoothing the skin between his thumb and index finger. He’s squinting, trying to focus, the shots are hitting him as well.

“I’ve never seen you take the pill. You’re not on birth control, right? If not, we’ll have to grab a Plan B in the morning,” he pleads, more to himself than to me, his words slightly slurred.

“I don’t take birth control,” I say, my voice steady.

I’m a product of my mom, who’s a health nut. I rarely eat junk food, let alone take a prescription that I haven’t ever needed. I haven’t been sexually active in two years, and we’ve been using condoms. I didn’t feel it necessary to go on the pill. Embarrassingly, I didn’t even think about it because it’s not something I’ve had to think about since I was a teenager. Even with Ben, if I had gotten pregnant before we planned, it would have been fine—I was in a stable relationship, and then we got married.

He sighs and kisses my forehead. “Well, we can swing by a pharmacy in the morning then. Let’s get back before anyone notices we’re missing.”

I nod. “Okay, you go first, I need to clean up.”

We share one last, lingering kiss before Leo unlocks the door. “Hey, Viv,” he says, looking back with a cheeky grin, “You’re a fantastic shag. Happy fucking birthday!” He gives me a wink before slipping out the door and back into the party.

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