Page 102 of Under Her

“It doesn’t help. Not one little bit.”

“Okay, so I should just keep my mouth shut about it then.”

“Probably best.”

Eyes on the ceiling, her mouth knitted into a tight line, she starts chewing on the inside of her cheek again.

“Babe…”

“Mmhmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

She brings her eyes back to mine.

“For the Sierra thing,” I clarify.

“It’s not your fault.” She sighs. “You couldn’t have known that I was going to hire her. And it’s my issue to get past.”

“Well, even so, I am sorry.”

She brushes her fingers over my cheek. “I’m sorry it bothers me so much.”

“Babe, trust me, if this were the other way around, I’d have beaten the guy to death by now.”

She giggles, but I’m not fucking kidding. Just the thought of her and another guy makes me want to commit murder.

“Wilder?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Kiss me.”

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her soft, unhurried.

But that doesn’t last long; it never does with us.

Soon, we’re writhing and clawing at each other’s bodies, and I’m desperate to be inside her.

I reach for the drawer on my nightstand where I put the condoms.

I’d never kept them in there before, always in my wallet or my car. I’d never had a reason to keep them in my nightstand because I never fucked anyone in here—until her.

I locate the box and—

Fuck, it’s empty.

“Shit.” I groan, dropping my head to her shoulder.

She’s panting beneath me. “What?”

“I’m out of rubbers.”

“Shit,” she breathes. “What are we gonna do?”

“Well, I can either run to the store with a stiffy. Or we go oral. Your call, babe. But so you know, I can’t run fast with a boner.”

She giggles, but it fades off quickly. “There is a third option,” she says quietly.