No Condoms, No Problems

Leya and Emmanuel burned hot enough to melt the sheets. They tore at each other, breath sharp, skin slick. Emmanuel slid between her thighs, poised to push in—then froze. No rubber. He pulled back like he’d been burned, eyes wide, panic cutting through lust. He wasn’t about to knock her up. That was it. Until Leya smirked, hooked a finger in his belt, and hissed, “As long as you finish in the back door, nobody gets pregnant.” He stared. She spread. The rules changed in a heartbeat.