Jeff nodded, withdrew his hands and crossed to where his jacket hung on a chair. The condom protected both of them, of course. He'd thought earlier about how often she brought people back to her place. If he was one of many, it made even more sense.
He tore one from a strip and opened the pouch with his teeth. Watching her drink from the champagne bottle, sprawled across her kitchen table, he briefly wondered how lonely she was. If he could fill her night with something else, he was good with that.
After all, he got something out of it, too.
Jeff rolled the condom on, his cock already half-hard, and returned to the table, holding his hand out for the bottle. He wanted another swig himself.