I reached for my wallet on the side table. Prepared. Always prepared now.

I came back over him and he pulled me down and we didn't make it to the bedroom.

I took him right there on the couch.

I turned him over, his chest pressed into the cushions, my chest against his back, my mouth at his neck. I reached for the lubricant I had started keeping everywhere — nightstand, bathroom, jacket pocket — and took my time opening him up, two fingers then three, his moans muffled against the couch cushion, his hips pushing back against my hand.

"Rhen—" His voice was broken already. "Please."

I positioned myself...