Zoe’s POV
I struggled to open my eyes. They felt so heavy and crusty with the makeup that I didn’t take off last night that I thought I would need a forklift to force my eyelids up. I don’t remember closing my eyes, but there was plenty of things I did remember. I remembered having unbelievable s*x until the sun rose with only the occasional break for food and drink, which always ended up with me bent over the kitchen counter or spread wide open on the dining room table with Eddie pounding into me.
That man was the energizer bunny, and he just didn’t quit. There had been no tapping out last night from either of us, and even just shifting my legs in bed, I could feel sore I was. But it was the good kind of sore. I hadn’t felt this way in a while. Most men I had hooked up with were the ‘w
