From an outsider's perspective, Ethan and Sofia might look like a mother and son.
But after they checked into a hotel room, and Sofia emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, Ethan had to admit, he understood why some men are drawn to married women.
Her creamy shoulders, the curves of her chest barely concealed by the towel, her slender waist, and voluptuous hips, not to mention her pale, delicate feet peeking out from under the towel.
Ethan swallowed hard. A widow fresh from the shower was just too tempting.
Even though there was no emotional connection between them.
At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind: a night of passion, going at it until dawn.
Most of the time, his upper brain had stopped working, and his body was completely controlled by his lower brain.
Sofia lay on the bed, and as she pressed down, the scent of her shower gel wafted into his nose.