He had every reason in the world to be angry with me at his husband’s funeral, but all he did was give me a tearful smile as he hugged me tight. Then simply shouted, “FUCK!”
Neither of them reacted to my sudden outburst. “May I be frank, Marcus?”
“Please,” I said, noting that he’d used my first name. “He has Helen,” I countered. What’re you doing here?”
With my decision paralysis no longer part of the equation, I swallowed and said, “I was hoping to catch you before you left. We both hated Hiro Tanaka, and our fornication was just as much an act of defiance as it was a way to satiate our lust for each other. However, there wasn’t anything I could do about it at the moment. With my dick buried in her throat, she somehow managed to work the muscles surrounding my shaft, massaging it as if she had it in her hand.
