Thirty-three, an attorney, white male, kind of serious, kind of shy. Gay sex “Wanna see more?”My brain short-circuits. He’s tall, tan, thirty-six, finance director with thick forearms and strong arms that stretch the sleeves of every shirt he owns. He never pressured. “Of…you know… “Yeah. I’ve got brown hair, a boyish face that makes people think I’m younger than I am, and a big, jiggly ass that Corey noticed from the first moment we met.We met grabbing coffee. Nice and slow.”I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “My Liam. He handed me napkins and said, “You’ve got a great jiggly bubble butt. I can see the curve of the shaft, the vein snaking up the left side, and the wide base anchoring it all. Every muscle flows into the next. there.”Corey laughs softly, that deep rumble that always makes my chest flutter. “Why do you look so calm?”“Why do you look so nervous?” he counters, grinning.I glance down, then quickly back up. “I promise. Somehow, I still gave him my number.On our first date, I told him, flat out, “I’m not looking for a quickie. One of those kisses that makes you feel like time stops. “I’m just… slap. … I’m not going anywhere.”I sit at the edge of the bed, heart pounding.
