Ethan Caldwell merely chuckled, a low, throaty sound of amusement. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Julian's lips, silencing the scolding before it could truly begin: "I have wanted to take you right here for a long time." He murmured against Julian's mouth.
Fine then! Jealousy? What jealousy? That was all a lie!
This man, who seemed to be in a perpetual state of estrus all year round, was clearly just using jealousy as a convenient excuse to legitimize his lust! He was just looking for a reason to fuck him. Damn it, who goes to a social gathering with high-profile friends while carrying a tube of lubricant in their pocket?
He was an animal, thinking of nothing but sex all day long.
Julian cursed inwardly, his mind reeling with indignation, but practically speaking, there was no escaping Ethan Caldwell's demonic claws now. The man smeared the gel messy and thoroughly around Julian's nether regions, coating the area in slickness, before promptly sinking one finger inside.
