“I don’t give a flying fuck who you’ve been with. You could have ridden every dick in the entire city of Vancouver, and I’d still want you. I’m happy to wait for you. Do you know why?” “No,” I grit out. I genuinely cannot fathom why he wouldn’t care about that. A feral smile touches his lips as he glares down at me. “Because my dick is the last one you’re ever going to ride.”
