Page 58 of Walkoff Wedding

He’s. Completely. Naked.

I wish I could say that I didn’t let my gaze linger, that I didn’t drag my eyes slowly down his hard, glistening body, drinking in every rivulet of water as it slid down his skin.

But I did. Frozen at the sight of him.

My fingers tighten on the box in my hands as I struggle to breathe. He… I…

Holy. Cannoli.

Logically, I know Grant is an athlete, and it’s not the first time I’ve seen him shirtless, but seeing him completely naked… I’m actually speechless.

Mostly because I’m in shock because he’s naked. And because of how incredibly built he is.

And because of the dull throb that begins to form between my thighs once again, an unfamiliar ache that pulses through me.

My gaze follows the water that drips down the center of his chest, along the space between the sculpted muscles of his abdomen, and further down the trail of hair that leads to…

Oh my god.

His dick… is hard and so big that my eyes almost pop completely out of my head. It’s only then I realize that I’ve been ogling him for an embarrassing amount of time, so distracted that I almost crushed the box of beignets in my hands.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god,” I cry, lifting the box to cover my eyes so I don’t have to meet his because I am so mortified I might actually die. Right here with a handful of baked goods after an eyeful of my husband’s monster penis.

Now would be a good time for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

“I—” I’m panicking and searching for the right thing to say and coming up empty. “I’m home early. I mean, obviously, I’m here early. I, uh… here, I brought you these.”

With my eyes squeezed shut, I thrust the box of beignets in his direction as a low, gravelly chuckle fills the air around us as he takes it from me.

“Addie… it’s okay,” he murmurs quietly, and I squeeze my eyes shut tighter in response. One, so I’m not at all tempted to open them and look again, and two, because… I’m seriously so embarrassed.

Shaking my head rapidly, I mumble, “I’m sorry, that was incredibly rude of me to… gawk like that. I’m so sor?—”

I feel his finger against my lips, and my pulse skyrockets, sending my already racing heart thrashing within my chest. He’s touching me… while he’s naked…

“It’s okay,” he repeats, his voice coming from a respectable distance. “I thought you’d be working a full shift this morning, and I forgot my boxers. I’ll make sure I’m better about grabbing them before I shower, just in case. But I’m your husband… seeing me naked is totally fine. Completely. No big deal.”

Is he trying to convince me or himself?

I swallow roughly as I nod. “Yep. Totally.”

My words come out as a squeak, and I hear him laugh again. “Let me get changed. I’ll be right out.”

A beat passes, and then I hear the bedroom door shut. My lungs finally deflate, and I fall back against the wall, finally opening my eyes again and dropping my head back against it.

I cannot believe that just happened.

I can’t believe I just… saw Grant naked.

Or that he’s working with an actual monster in his pants.

And that I’m currently pressing my thighs together at the mental picture that’s never ever leaving my brain.

This is bad. So. So. Bad.

I am so in over my head, and now I’m lusting after my husband, which is a problem that I did not prepare for.

Abandoning my spot along the hallway, I walk into the kitchen, grab a drinking glass from the cabinet, and turn on the faucet with a slightly shaky hand, filling it to the brim.

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