The Box of Coffee

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My fiancé, Chad, always made me bring him a specific box of coffee before his late-night work sessions.

It was the 99th time I'd delivered it, and I accidentally dropped the box.

The individual packets inside spilled out.

My breath hitched, my mind blank.

It wasn't coffee at all. It was a variety pack of condoms.

Then, from inside his office, I heard Chad's husky voice, laced with lust.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I want Allie to personally deliver the goods. It gets me fired up. Plus, I don't