Page 82 of The Marriage Policy

“Where’s Anthony?” I ask, taking a seat. Eric goes down beside me, so close our legs are touching. Ana sits next to Hayes.

“He’s dancing in a minute,” Mads answers.

That makes sense.

We chat for a few. A really hot guy in a jock comes over to ask what we want to drink.

I turn to Eric. “Do you want beer or a shot?”

“Shot first. Beer second.”

When I turn back to the white guy with dark hair, his gaze is flicking hungrily between Eric and me. My stomach twists, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to back off, that Eric is mine, but then Eric’s arm wraps around me, and he says, “What about you,husband?”

Oh…Oh.Is he jealous? Because I totally was.

The guy laughs. “Just admiring youboth, but I’ll be good.”

I put my hand on Eric’s thigh because if he can be possessive, so can I. I order us each a shot of tequila and beer that’s on tap.

The music changes, and when I look up, I notice Anthony coming out onto one of the small stages. He’s wearing a purple Speedo, which looks good against his olive skin. He looks shimmery, like he put something over his body to make him glisten. Cheers go up around us. Clearly, our friend is popular, and Anthony immediately starts moving to the music.

He’s a good dancer. I already knew that, but I’m reminded when I see how fluidly he moves. It’s like he’s one with the music, his body moving in ways I would never be able to do.

Rylan nudges Mads. “I think he’s more flexible than you.”

“He is not.” Mads crosses his arms, sounding pouty.

Our waiter comes back with our drinks. “It’s on Anthony’s tab!” He grins.

I assume we’ll all split it at the end of the night, so I just nod, and he leaves us to our drinks.

“Here.” Eric sits forward, grabs salt, and shakes some onto his hand. “Take yours off me, and then I wanna take mine off you.”

How do I argue with that?

I take his hand and slowly lick the salt, tasting both it and a slight tinge of sweat on his skin. It wakes up my dick, which starts to plump, and then I pull back, down the shot, and see Eric is holding my lime in his teeth.

Oh God. I’m so fucking obsessed with this man.

Biting back my hungry growl, I lean in and suck the lime in his teeth. In the background I hear Rylan say, “Anyone feel like they’re watching Eric and Donovan porn right now?” Then anouch, so Hayes must’ve swatted his arm.

I suck the lime, and then Eric spits it out and we’re kissing, right there in the middle of a gay club with our friends all around us. The feel and taste of him go straight to my head, making me lighter and dizzier than any shot ever could.

I nearly whimper when he pulls away and says, “My turn.”

My only answer is a nod, words escaping me.

We repeat the process, Eric licking me this time, sucking lime from my mouth before we’re kissing again. I’m drunk off him, off us, feeling this flare of rightness and happiness no one but him can bring.

“Hot,” I hear and look up to see Anthony join us. At some point he put on a crop top and a small pair of shorts, so I must have been kissing Eric longer than I realized.

My cheeks heat. “Shut up.”

He gives me a supportive smile.

“You’re good,” Mads tells him.

“I try, baby.” Anthony winks at him. “You guys having fun?”

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