Page 64 of The Marriage Policy

My dick starts to go hard as Eric maneuvers us so we’re lying with him on top. His mouth doesn’t leave mine, the kissdeepening as he ruts against me, long and hard beneath his shorts.

“I’m happy,” he says when his lips leave mine, still against my skin and traveling down my throat.

He’s happy? What does that mean? Other than the obvious, of course. “I…”

“I love our cat.”

Oh. So no deep meaning there. This is why I’m so confused. “Me too,” I answer because underneath all mywhat the fuck is happening, I’m also happy.

Eric nibbles at my collarbone. “I want you. I want to fuck my husband after a perfect day.”

My body arches toward him, longing for the same thing. I love being fucked, and I haven’t been with anyone since things went to shit with Malcolm. “Yes. God yes. I want that too.”

“Let’s go.” He scrambles off me, not quite as smoothly as he would have without the boot.

“Um…give me a few minutes first? I need to make sure I’m ready.”

“Yeah. Of course. I’ll get our baby settled and then meet you in bed.”

I chuckle. “Are you going to keep calling her our baby?”

“Why would I call her anything else? That’s what she is.”

I chuckle. “You’re so silly.”

“That’s why you love me,” he says, and my legs almost give out beneath me.

Chill out. He doesn’t meanlike that.

“Who said I do?” I tease, tossing him a look over my shoulder.

“I know you do!” Eric calls after me.

I don’t reply, hurrying to the en suite and locking the door behind me.

I make quick work of freshening up and getting clean. I know my body fairly well—when I should be more careful and when I should be good.

Before I know it, I’m walking out of the bathroom to a naked Eric in our bed…my bed? Our bed. He smiles at me, his cock having gone soft now. He’s…so damn fine. Fuck, he’sbeautiful, lean and muscular, his grin bright enough to light up the night, blue eyes so honest and kind.

My heart races, and I swear I go dizzy.

“Come here, D. You’re so fucking hot. I want you so much,” he says, and I know, then and there, that I’m so incredibly fucked.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Eric

Is it normalto be scared you’ll bust your nut the second you’re inside someone? Because I’ve never had that concern before, but I can’t stop the worry from running through my thoughts now.

It still amazes me how I could spend my life logically knowing that Donovan is an attractive man but not realizing I’m attracted to him until now. I know he said it’s different for everyone. There’s no singular journey, and being bisexual doesn’t mean it’s this even split, but I can’t help feeling like there’s something wrong with me for not having sorted all this out before.

“What’s wrong?” Donovan asks, standing on the side of the bed.

“Nothing. Come here.” I take his wrist and pull him closer.

“Hold on.” Donovan grabs the lube and a condom from the nightstand.

“Do we need that?” It’s not something I’ve ever done—gone without a rubber—but then, I’ve never had sex with my best friend before either.

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