Chapter 9
His erection jutted hard against his suit pants, and with ease, he popped the button and slid the zipper. His pants were a puddle on the floor. Now, he was just in boxer briefs, and then those were gone, too. My eyes bulged slightly when I got a good look at him. He was…he was…wow, well endowed. Maybe this was the real reason for all the warm-up. Not that I was complaining. Not in the least.
For a second, I recognized that the song had changed. “Lay Me Down” by Sam Smith replaced whatever had come before it, and I knew that I’d never hear the song the same after this.
He popped open the drawer of the nightstand and produced a condom.
“I…I have one,” I offered. It felt like the right thing to do.
“Next time,” he said with a grin that melted me back into the sheets.
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