"Emma," I say, looking down at the goddess on the bed, all curves and softness and cream. She opens a green eye, her blissed-out expression gorgeous as fuck. Knowing I put that look on her face has me hard as glass, but I want more. "I have to make you come again."

"I need a few minutes," she says, reaching for my leg, one hand lazily exploring up and down my shorts. And then I remember something really fucking unfortunate.

"I didn't bring any condoms," I tell her, ...