I hang on Liam’s arms as we make our way to the restaurant for dinner. He is glancing at me and grinning at my discomfort.

“Stop grinning at me like a fool, husband. You are the cause of my discomfort.”

“That’s why I am supporting you, wife.” He chuckles and squeezes the side of my waist. “Besides, the blame is not all mine. Blame yourself for looking so lovely in those racy outfits.”

I blush at his praise, especially when he kisses my temple. The past few days have been just too much. He is too much. If I put it bluntly, I’ve been fucked hard. I think newlyweds are...