Page 76 of The Marriage Policy

“You can hold me to anything, D.”

I listen to him talk the rest of the drive back to LA. He tells me about all the information he discovered while researching getting his contractor’s license and starting his business. The joy in his voice is palpable, making me jittery with excitement for him.

“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him again.

“I’m only doing it because of you. You believe in me, and that makes me believe in myself.”

My heart skips one, maybe ten beats. “You should always believe in yourself. You’re…everything.”

He chuckles as if he doesn’t think I’m serious.

“You are.”

“To you. But you’re biased.”

“Or maybe I just see you better than anyone else…even yourself.”

He bites his bottom lip, giving me a shy smile. “I love you.”

Um…in love, or best friend love? A little context would be great here. “I love you too.”

We get home a few minutes later, and the second we’re in the door, Eric’s mouth crashes down on mine. He pushes me up against the door, tongues tangling and bodies grinding.

“Fuck, I want you so bad, D.” His hand squeezes between our bodies, rubbing my already hard cock.

“I want you too. I always want you.” I drop my head back while he kisses his way down my throat.

“You ready for me? Or you need a minute?”

“A minute,” I say, wishing I could just bend over for him right now. “I’ll hurry.”

“Do. I’m dying for you.”

Well, okay. That’s hot.

I hurry into the en suite, figuring Eric will stay out there to give the cat some attention.

I make quick work of freshening up, then come out to find a naked Eric waiting for me. He’s got the lube on the mattress and is slowly stroking himself.

“Come here, husband.” He quirks his finger, which should be cheesy, but I’m fairly certain I swoon.

I walk over to him, and we immediately embrace, mouths pulled together like magnets, Eric kissing me slowly, hands traveling down my back, over my ass, and back up again.

“I love this bubble butt,” he tells me.

“It likes you too.”

“It better.” Eric nips at my lip, and I groan in both pain and pleasure.

He kisses his way down my torso, stopping to lash each nipple with his tongue before continuing south. He kneels in front of me awkwardly because of the boot, and then strokes me, making me hiss.

“Suck me,” I tell him.

“Gladly.”

He takes me into his mouth, and I can’t keep my eyes off him. As good as it feels being inside his mouth, it’s nothing compared to seeing Eric on his knees for me, knowing I’m the only cock he’s had between his lips, the only man he’s tasted, kissed, fucked, touched.

He said I’m pretty, but God, he’s fucking breathtaking. “You’re so beautiful like this for me.” I cup his cheek while he bobs slowly on my dick, looking up at me. “You steal my breath, baby. I can’t believe I get to have you this way.”

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