Page 60 of The Marriage Policy

“Good. Now let’s cuddle, then sleep. I’m gonna make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Totally not going to argue with that.”

I roll off him and click the lamp off. Eric spoons me, his arm around me, his nose in my hair. “Night, husband.”

“Good night, Eric.”

Seconds later, he’s asleep. It’s hours before I can catch even a wink.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Eric

This past week,my brain has been filled with basically two things. The first is all the blowjobs Donovan and I have been giving each other. We have each other’s dicks in our mouths every day. I’m getting better already, and I really love sucking him off. I love the feel of his eyes on me, his hand in my hair, and to hear Donovan tell me what he likes, what feels good.

I’m still surprised I like being guided along like that. It’s an unfamiliar rush, and I’m still not convinced it’s not just a Donovan thing.

All Donovan things are better than everything else.

What’s the second thing I can’t stop thinking about, you ask? Running my own business.

It’s all Donovan’s fault. Clearly, the thought has popped up in my head before, but I’ve always dismissed it, not spent too much time fooling myself into thinking it’s even a possibility, but then he had to go and believe in me so much. He had to tell me all the reasons he thinks I’d be good at it, and he’s so fucking earnest and sweet that it’s impossible not to believe every word that comes out of his mouth. He literally could tell me I’m Superman, and I’d probably believe it.

Fly? Fuck yes, I can do that.

Save the world? And I’d still be home to make sure Donovan has dinner after work and a blowjob before bed.

If he thinks I can do it, I absolutely can, and I really hope he’s right because now I’m excited. Now I want it in a way I never let myself want it before.

From the research I’ve done, it looks like I need four years’ experience, which I got, and I’ll need to pass the licensing test. At first my head nearly exploded when I realized I had to have a twenty-five-thousand-dollar bond, before the internet informed me that didn’t mean I had to actually have twenty-five thousand dollars lying around.

I really want to do this, but part of me is afraid to hope.

It’s a Saturday morning, and Donovan is in bed naked beside me, while I lie here mentally making plans about a business I don’t even have yet.

I snuggle close, making D the little spoon, and kiss the back of his neck. “Wake up, husband. I’m bored.”

I feel him smile even though I can’t see him. “You’re always bored.”

“What do you want to do? You’re off today.”

He rolls to his back, and I wrap my fingers around his hard cock.

“I like what we’re doing right now.” Donovan grins, and I wonder if being married is so much fun for everyone.

“I think everyone should just marry their best friend,” my rambling thoughts fall out.

“Huh?”

“Everything, even waking up, is always so much fun for us. I think everyone should just marry their best friend. I bet the divorce rates would go down.”

“We’ll be getting divorced eventually,” he reminds me.

I frown. That’s probably not something I should forget, is it? This marriage isn’t real. Scratch that. It is real, just not for the normal marriage reasons. It feels like it was for the best marriage reasons, though—caring about each other and supporting each other. My head is a confusing place lately, even more so than usual. “Oh yeah. I forgot. I still think marryingyour best friend is the way to go. Now, what do you want to do today?”

“Farmers’ market?” he asks as I slowly stroke his shaft.

Excitement blooms in my chest. “Yes! Let’s do that! We can get breakfast there.” I climb over him rather than getting out on my side and hobble on my annoying boot toward the bathroom.

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