Page 6 of About That Rule

Easy instructions and no talk of marriage. There was no way he could screw this up.

Until he read the first question.

What is my favorite sexual position?

The idea of a naked Samantha riding him invaded his imagination. He bet her athletic body was drool-worthy when she took her clothes off. It had been a while since he’d seen her in a bathing suit, but fuck. Samantha had nice boobs that looked like the perfect handful, and her pale, creamy skin would be tinted pink from his stubble after he ravaged her.

Shit, he was getting hard. He shifted in his seat to hide his growing erection. His dick was hard in a fucking courthouse. He needed to get his shit together.

“This is taking you too long. I’ll give you a freebie. The first answer is Reverse Cowgirl. It’s the only way I get off. Wait—that’s a lie. Me on top is the only way I get off.”

Information overload.

Samantha wasn’t doing his hard dick any favors. Nate wondered why it was taking so long for the judge to see them. There was no way he could take this quiz about Samantha and her sexual preferences. His whole life, he’d managed to keep her in the friend-zone. Well…outside the whole married thing. Talking to her about sex might make him realize how badly he wanted her.

Sex with her.

Not anything else.

They couldn’t cross that line.

He gave her back the phone. “Let’s play something else.”

“Wimp,” she mocked, then flipped through her phone. “How about Heads Up?”

“Samantha Nollins and Nathan Haddic, you’re next.”

The hallway they walked down to get to the judge’s chamber was sterile. No pictures, just whitewashed cement walls taunting him of all the bad decisions that had led him to this moment. They stepped into a room smaller than he expected for a court room. The judge sat on a raised table, with a court reporter a few seats down and a bailiff standing in front of the bench.

The bailiff announced, “Honorable Judge Harold Shunton preceding. Samantha Nollins and Nathan Haddic are here to annul their marriage.”

The judge glared down at them through his bifocal glasses.

“Quickie wedding in Vegas, I presume.” Even his tone was dismissive, like this had been a long day for him and their annulment was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The hope of an uncomplicated annulment was flittering away.

“Yes, sir,” Samantha solidly answered.

Judge Shunton’s dark eyes shifted between them. “How long have you two known each other?”

“My whole life.” Her voice shook as she responded, sounding less confident than she had a minute ago.

“Interesting,” the judge told them, shifting through their paperwork. “You two have known each other your whole lives but are quick to annul your union. Why is that?”

Silence resided over them. Nate doubted the man sitting in front of him would appreciate they wanted an annulment because they both liked causal sex—with other people—and a marriage would ruin that.

“An answer?” the judge demanded.

“We’ve known each other our whole lives,” Samantha started, then clamped her mouth shut, realizing that fact wasn’t helping their case.

“As you’ve previously stated.” The judge narrowed his eyes.

Nate rubbed her back so she knew he would take over. “And since we’ve known each other for so long, we’re better friends. We’ve always known that.”

“Right,” she affirmed with a nod of her head.

The judge took off his glasses to rub his eyes and then shoved them back on. “If you’ve always known you were better off as friends, why did you get married in the first place?”

“Good question,” Nate said, not as patient as he’d been. “We’d had a lot to drink.”