" You’re strangely prepared.”
“Not for this, no. I just heard condoms were really good for opening a stuck jar. You just pop it on top and instant hand grip. That’s the only reason I’ve been carrying one around.”
“You… often come across bottles you can’t open?”
“Far too much. And the lube was for greasing up… stuff, obviously. I didn’t at all plan to have you take me to an amusement park and fuck me in the car or something weird,” I say as I tear open the packet of lube. After I squirt some onto my hand, he takes it from me.
“I’m surprised you weren’t planning for something R-rated on the carousel or something after dark.”
“Ooh, that’s a good one. Especially with that music they play, it’d be the best sex jam ever.”
“Would it?” he asks suspiciously.
“Of course,” I say, unable to keep the grin off my face. “If I had my phone, I’d play it and you could fuck me to the beat.”
“I don’t think carousel songs have a ‘fucking beat,’ but I could be wrong. "
― Alice Winters , How to Save a Human (VRC: Vampire Related Crimes, #4)