“You’re ovulating at the moment?”
“Not precisely.” I supposed it was too much to expect he’d understand female biology. “Ovulation typically lasts twenty-four hours, but a woman’s fertile window is five to six days prior to that. I’ve calculated that I have about three days left before ovulation, so four days total. And I should inseminate each day for the best chances.”
He didn’t even blink. “So I should stop in daily for the next few days?”
“If you’re available.”
“Training camp starts next week, but until then I’m wide open.”
We were doing this. I wasn’t sure how we had reached this point so quickly after I had requested Sean’s donation. Barely a month had passed, and I was on the cusp of doing something monumental.
“Okay then! Let’s get this show on the road.”
He smirked. “Yeah. Let’s.”
I led him to my bedroom, something I had longed to do in my teen years (not Jason, but a boy my age) but never got the chance to until I unceremoniously lost my virginity to Duncan Horovitz during my freshman year at the University of Chicago. I pointed at the side table. “I’ve made preparations.”
“No meth lab?”
“Excuse me?”
“Because we’re cooking up a baby.” He took a seat on my bed and reached for the specimen cup. “Not sure it’ll be big enough.”
“The average male ejaculate is between 1.25 and 5 milliliters. That’s less than a teaspoon.”
“Hmm, it always seems like more.”
“It also decreases with age.” He frowned, so I rushed on. “But it can be more if you’ve abstained or have gone a while between ejaculation events.”
There was that smirk again. “Love it when you talk dirty, Doc.”
“That’s not—oh, a joke.” I snatched a breath. “When did you last masturbate to completion?”
“How does knowing that help? You need whatever I can provide today.”
So he didn’t want to share the details, and I didn’t want to know them. No disappointment here.
“I’ve also provided tissues, lotion, and …” I grabbed my laptop from the dresser. “Access to ethical pornography.”
Bafflement lined his brow. “What the hell is ethical pornography?”
“It’s pornography where the performers are paid fairly and certain standards are followed in creating it. Consent, mostly. A lot of pornography doesn’t adhere to high standards for a workplace.”
He snorted. “The low standards are generally the point when it comes to porn. Don’t worry, I won’t need a video, unless … is that something you’ve done?”
“What?”
“The ethical porn. Is it one of those ‘upload yourself beating off deals’?”
Was he for real? “You think I would have done that?”
“You’re raving about how ethical it is. Figured you might have contributed to make the porn workplace safer.”
“Oh, shut up. I’m trying to help you out here.” He would have liked to see me masturbate?
He leaned back against one of my many pillows, waving the sample cup like a goblet held by the king. “I prefer my help to be the hands-on kind.”
I hoped he wasn’t suggesting … I waited for the Jason Isner smugness indicators, but he remained passive. I placed the laptop back on the dresser. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It blurs the lines.”
