Chapter Nineteen
Ethan
I almost lost control the second I sank inside of Zoe. In all the years I’d run wild, enjoying plenty of casual s*x, I’d never, ever had s*x without a c****m. If there was a religion dedicated to the rigors of protected s*x, I worshipped at its altar. If I didn’t want to be committed, I couldn’t expect anything more from anyone I was with. So, at thirty, I was a bareback virgin. b****y hell, I’d had no idea what I’d been missing.
I’d been hanging on to a thin thread of control ever since that f*****g asshole, Mark whoever-the-hell-he-was, had been all smarmy and put his hand on her waist and f*****g kissed her cheek. She might not have picked up on it, but I knew exactly what he’d been doing. I might not be an a*s, but I knew one when I met one. He was like a dog
