Extra Benefits

Trisha and Samuel have a good thing. Simple, uncomplicated, no-strings sex. No expectations and no drama. But lately, Sam has been trying to change things, pushing her to let him take her unprotected--and during a dangerous time of the month too. Trish is both intrigued by the idea and terrified. If she gives in, she knows that things will change between them forever. But can she continue to deny what he wants when she wants it too?

Excerpt:
“Oh, shit.”

Definitely not the words I wanted to hear in the middle of sex. My eyes flew open and I immediately looked down. Taking in the way that my skirt was bunched around my waist, my thong pulled aside so that Samuel could have easy access to my pussy.

I could see that he was still hard, but at the same time, he wasn’t sliding into me.

It took me a moment to realize why.

Half-covering the tip of his cock, was a condom. Only… it wasn’t one that I would have relied on for protection. Even from here, I could clearly see the hole that had been ripped into the latex, near the tip meant to serve as a reservoir to catch his cum. “Please tell me that isn’t your last one.”

It could be. We’d fucked three times today already. First, when he’d stopped by my apartment in the morning on the way to work. Then again on our lunch break, since his office and mine were only a couple of buildings apart and we’d figured out some of the best semi-private places for a quickie.

Then again, against the door of my apartment, less than an hour ago.

As usual, we’d talked about going out to dinner, but when he had come to pick me up, we had not made it out of the room, much less to a restaurant.

That was how things always were between us.

And if this had been an actual relationship, it probably would have been bothered me. But I didn’t really have much interest in going out, anyway.

Not with him.

This was strictly an encounter with a fuck-buddy.

No strings.

No expectations.

Without complications.

Almost.

And fortunately, our sex drives lined up pretty much perfectly most of the time, so I didn’t need a relationship with anyone else. Nor did I need to use toys.

Samuel was more than enough.

So I was more annoyed that I might not be able to fully fuck him again than I was worried about the condom breaking.

Especially when he shook his head. “It is. Sorry.”

“Oh, Sam.” I could have bought condoms myself, and before him, I’d always kept a stash on hand in my nightstand. But he’d always said that he liked taking care of that for himself. “Not again.”

He jerked off the broken rubber, then traced a finger along the inside of my thighs. “Let me inside you anyway, baby.”

“It’s not safe.” Which might explain why I’d been particularly hungry for him today.

“I don’t care.”

“I do.” I pushed his hand away from my leg, as he’d begun tracing every single one of my most erogenous zones. I knew he was doing it on purpose. Hell, I wasn’t entirely certain that he hadn’t broken the rubber on purpose.

We’d been having this discussion several times over the last few weeks. I couldn’t understand what had gotten into him.

Why he wanted to change a good thing into something more… complicated.