"Good girl."

Bennett's voice, hoarse with desire, murmured his approval as he searched for something, his hands moving with urgency. However, he soon realized that he didn't have any condoms with him.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, Claudia felt herself being lifted once again, only to be gently set down on the bed.

The coolness of the sheet against her skin brought a moment of clarity, and she blinked, momentarily confused.

She lay there in silence, her gaze unfocused. Suddenly, her attention shifted to Bennett, who was using his teeth to tear open a small silver packet of condoms.