Grayson kissed her with a ferocity that stole her breath. His hands moved over her body as if he needed to memorize every curve. Kate met him with the same intensity. Her nails dug into his back when he settled between her thighs, ready to slide into her.

But just as the tip of him brushed her entrance, she pressed a hand to his chest.

"Wait," she gasped. "You don't have protection. And I don't know what kind of groupies you've had, so… we're using a condom."

Grayson froze.

"Well… no. I didn't bring one," he admitted through clenched teeth.

Kate rolled her eyes and sighed.

"You're such an idiot. Aren't you supposed to keep one in your wallet?" She leaned toward the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom with a triumphant smile. They were the freebies they'd handed out during a courthouse workshop. "Luckily, I'm always prepared."

Grayson shot her a murderous look. His damn wife had condoms in her nightstand.

"Are you kidding me… do you bring men here?" he