Page 40 of The Marriage Policy

That must have been his way of telling me he regretsjerk night, right? He’s letting me down easy that nope, he doesn’t want to see me naked again, so please don’t do that to him again.

Which I can’t lie, really fucking sucks.

“I’m so confused as to what is even happening here,” Ana says. “What’s my fault, and why did I have to pick you up so quickly?”

I sigh. It’s strange talking to someone other than Donovan, but I think it would be physically impossible for me to hold it in. Plus, I need some advice. “Donovan and I are married.”

She blanches. “What?”

“It’s not what you think.” I explain about the insurance and how Donovan came up with the plan to get hitched.

“There are so many things I want to say right now, but I’m not sure I should.”

“Don’t. I’m already confused enough, and I need to get all this off my chest.”

“Fine. My lips are sealed. Carry on.”

“It’s sex talk, is that okay?” I ask.

“Of course. You don’t have to ask.”

“Consent is important, and we’ve never spoken like that before.”

Ana tosses me a grin. “You’re the absolute sweetest. You have an open invitation to talk sex with me.”

“The night after you started saying all that stuff about me and Donovan, I got a boner when we were watching television together.”

She shoots me a glance. “You’ve never gotten hard over him before?”

“No. I’m straight. Or I thought I was straight. Now I think I’m bi, but I’ll get to that part later. I don’t even know if it was him that got me hard, but then he got wood too, so we decided each of us would go into our room, stroke it, then resume watching our show.”

A loud laugh jumps out of her.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

She tries to cover it up or quiet it down, but it doesn’t work. “I’m not. I mean, I am, but notatyou. The two of you are just fucking adorable, and you don’t even see it.”

“Don’t say stuff like that! It’s what got me in this mess in the first place. Anyway, so when I was…”

“Masturbating? Don’t get quiet on me now.”

My face flushes. “Yes. I started thinking about Donovan. That’s never happened before. I was for sure imagining him when I got my nut, which I’ve since been obsessing about. Which led to the gay porn last night.”

“Porn with Donovan?”

My turn to blanch. “He’s not a sex worker. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a sex worker. Sex work is real work.”

“I was talking about watchingwithhim, silly.” She reaches over and pats my thigh.

“Oh, no. He was with Hayes and Anthony. I was alone, and…it was hot. Not Donovan hot, but it got my dick hard—which must mean I’m into guys at least a little bit. Does it work that way? Is it like a fifty-fifty thing normally? I have no idea. The point is, I was going to tell Donovan, ask him if he wanted to test it out with me, but then he started talking about you and orgies.” I cross my arms, annoyed all over again.

“Okay, what? I have to pull over.” She finds a parking lot and turns into a space. “There’s so much to unpack in what you just said, but first…Donovan wants us to have an orgy?”

“Not with him. He’s only into guys, and I don’t even think he was talking about me having one with you. He just said I’m welcome to hook up with anyone I want, and he doesn’t care if I have an orgy, and then he also said it’s okay if I decide I’m more than friends with you.”

Her eyes go soft, and a small smile curls her lips. “You know him better than me, but it sounds like he’s possibly worried about how you’re feeling after the night you jerked off—you must admit, it’s an interesting thing to do—and maybe he just wants to make sure you know you don’t owe him anything. Donovan is gay, and you’re supposed to be straight, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he’s concerned you might think it meant something different to him.”

“We already talked about that when he said he never let himself see me naked because he didn’t want me to feel like he was checking me out. I explained I have zero issues with him seeing me naked.”

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