“So you’ve been paying attention to my bulge, Counselor?”“I’ve been trying not to,” I say, flustered. Girls stare. Gay sex I know because I’ve watched them.Even under a suit, you can tell Corey works out. Married.I’m standing in our honeymoon suite: five-star resort, ocean view, champagne chilling in a bucket and I’m still trying to catch my breath. I’m sitting on the bed but I feel like I’m falling.“Holy fuck,” I breathe.The bulge twitches, like it heard me.Corey smirks. “Let me ease your fears, Liam.”He kicks off his shoes, one at a time, with the kind of casual confidence that makes my chest ache. the whole cock flops out. there.”Corey laughs softly, that deep rumble that always makes my chest flutter. And he did. Every part of me. Hate to see a big ass like yours ruined by caramel drizzle.” I blinked. I spilled my entire latte down my slacks. My husband… the love of my life. “Wanna see more?”My brain short-circuits.
