My husband… Corey turns to face me, already undoing his blazer.“Hi,” I say softly.He smiles. Gay sex It drops to the floor with a heavy, quiet thud. “I… “Don’t worry, baby. Flushed. One of those kisses that makes you feel like time stops. It’s him. a little scared.”His expression softens. a reputation.”His grin widens. Except it’s not a sock. I’m ready.”He cups my face in his hands and kisses me slowly. Each click of a button undone feels like thunder in my ears.My eyes never leave him.The shirt slips off his shoulders and down his arms like it’s being peeled from marble. “Wanna see more?”My brain short-circuits. the love of my life. I’m saving myself for the right guy.” He just smiled and said, “Good. the love of my life. His fucking cock. “So you’ve been paying attention to my bulge, Counselor?”“I’ve been trying not to,” I say, flustered. “Yeah. You wear those tight compression workout gear and fuck…everything is just… I’m yours now, remember? Obliques like ribbons. Not in a bodybuilder way; he’s lean, sculpted, with firm pecs, a faint six-pack, and that low, tight waist that makes every pair of pants sit just right. My coworkers call me “the spreadsheet twink” behind my back because I’m meticulous, organized, always in loafers.
