“Are you an ass man?” I roll onto my stomach and push up on my knees. I rest my elbows on the sheets, my legs spread wide. “Is that your favorite part of me?” “When we’re in bed? Yes. But it doesn’t hold a candle to your smile.” I look over my shoulder and find him sliding the condom over his cock. “This way I get to see the parts of yourself you say you don’t love. The cellulite, the stretch marks. You don’t have to like them, Maddie, but I’m fucking obsessed with them. I’ll worship them for both of us.”
