“I’m Ian Sullivan of Sullivan and Sons. I’m here to give you an estimate for your painting job.” The huge man scrutinized Ian and held his hand a bit longer than was socially acceptable. Ian jumped back like he had been stung, and his cock woke up from a long sleep.
“I’m Rémy Clavier. I own the house. Please, come inside.” Ian followed Mr. Clavier into the house shaking. What was it about this man that woke up his dormant cock?