#2
And I was still telling myself that as I paid for a night’s stay at the Coast Langley City Hotel.
Quinton met me in the lobby with a huge grin on his face.
I quirked an eyebrow. “Are you always so…bubbly?”
We made our way over to the elevators.
“I’m about to spend the night with a sexy guy named Leo who pushes all my buttons.”
The elevator door opened, and we stepped inside. I hit the fifth-floor button. “Well, I certainly hope to push some buttons.”
The door silently closed.
“If they didn’t have cameras in the elevator…” He gave me that look.
The one Gideon used to give me when he was up to something. Usually something romantic. That was his style.
“It’s probably just as well. Public decency and all that.”
He huffed. “I just knew you were a good boy.”
My breath caught. I wasn’t a good boy. If one asked my ex and his new fiancé, I was anything but a good guy.
I was the asshole who kept a father from his children for more than a year.
I was the cold-hearted sonofabitch who hadn’t believed his husband was in physical agony.
I was the man who put his career ahead of his marriage—
“Leo?”
“Hmm?”
Quinton pointed to the open door and stuck his arm out to stop the door from closing. “Having second thoughts?”
We stepped out of the elevator, and I read the sign pointing to 504. “Of course not.”
“Right. So that’s why you’re scowling. Because you’re excited to be with a hot guy.”
Heedless of the cameras, I snagged his hand and dragged him down the hall. I swiped the keycard and had us inside the room in mere moments.
I didn’t even turn on the light before I had him backed against the door and pressed my body against his—trapping him.
My mouth descended on his as I demanded reciprocation for this kiss.
I figured he’d given consent by being here, and my intention was to ensure he was a very satisfied man by the time he left in the morning.
He thrust his pelvis against me, and his erect cock brushed my own.
Damn jeans. I honestly hadn’t planned on getting lucky tonight and so roominess hadn’t been a consideration.
Our mouths clashed, even as he wound his arms around my waist. He grabbed my ass, squeezed, then pulled me closer to him. Our bodies melded into one as we tried to crawl into each other's skin.
I had to ruthlessly push memories of Gideon from my mind.
The truth was, Gideon and I had lost some of that desperation when we’d become parents.
And none of the guys since had piqued my curiosity the way Quinton did.
So I continued my assault on his mouth even as I tugged his T-shirt from his pants.
I snuck my hands under it and raked my fingernails up and down his abs.
He wasn’t as defined as I was, but his skin felt good in my desperate hands.
He broke the kiss, yanked off his jacket, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and yanked it over his head.
The lights of the city poured through the open drapes, illuminating miles of pale skin.
I brushed my stubbled jaw against his, then slowly nipped my way down his neck. I continued across his collarbone, to his sternum, and lower still. At his left nipple, I took the bud into my mouth and nibbled.
He giggled.
I paid the same attention to the right one. Even nipping lightly.
He sighed.
I rubbed my chin against his navel, and then I fumbled with the button of his skintight pants.
Jesus, you’re so excited you can’t even hold your hands steady.
Steady hands were everything in my vocation. One slip and someone died.
“I want to blow you.” I gazed up at him as I crouched.
“As long as you fuck me. This time, at least.”
I cocked my head.
“Vers.”
“Ah.”
He caressed my cheek. “It’s totally fine if you’re not. I mean—”
“I prefer to do the fucking.” Especially when I was with someone new. Someone I didn’t trust.
Except you trust him. Irrational. Ridiculous. And yet the truth. I was one hundred percent certain he wouldn’t hurt me. If I didn’t miss my mark, that trust went both ways.
He grinned. “Works for me.”
With ease, I unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zip, discovered he was commando, and yanked the pants down.
His eager cock sprang free from the thatch of black pubes. A drop of precum leaked from the tip.
I licked it.
He touched his fingers to the crown of my head. Not grabbing my hair, but maybe using me to steady himself.
After just a moment, I pulled his cockhead into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, taking a moment to tongue the slit.
He moaned, thrusting his hips in little jerky motions. As if wanting to thrust deeper into my mouth, but knowing that would be uncouth.
I hummed my approval around his shaft, even as I drew him deeper. Truth was, I loved giving head. Even as I continued my ministrations, I played with his balls in my fingers—gently rolling them.
“Jesus, Leo, I’m going to blow my load.”
I doubled down on my efforts to bring him pleasure. To bring him to climax. To blow his mind.
Moments later, his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, vaguely aware I didn’t want to choke. Just a little thing—but definitely on my mind.
As I milked him through the last of his orgasm, he sagged against me, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Okay…that was amazing.”
I grinned as I pulled off him with a pop. If this moment was all I got tonight, I would be satisfied. As much as I wanted to get my rocks off, bringing bliss to someone else always topped my list of fun experiences. And it’d been a very long time since I’d made someone happy.
Well, someone aside from my patients.
Although my kids were generally happy with me.
More so now that Gideon was back in their lives.
I tried to tell myself he’d needed time to get his act together, but my need to avenge the wrong I believed he committed—putting our children at risk—far outweighed the actual crime.
No one had come out a winner in that battle of wills.
You’re thinking about your ex while you have this most amazing man before you. One-night stands don’t want to hear about your former marriage or the pain you inflicted on everyone around you.
No. Definitely not.
“Are you going to fuck me?” Quinton feathered his hand through my hair.
“Uh, for sure.” Because you obviously still want that. God knows, I do. My needs were pretty simple at this point. Fuck him into the mattress. Fuck myself into oblivion. Hopefully at the same time.
Yeah, that’d be nice.
He gently pushed off me and, a little unsteadily, headed to the bed. He yanked down the cover and was about to get in when—
“Shit.”
I rose, ignoring how my left knee cracked. Crouching before him hadn’t been the best idea, but no way was I going to let him see the differences in our ages. “What’s wrong?”
He pointed to his clothes. “I almost forgot condoms and lube. I happened to have extras in the car.”
“And they didn’t disintegrate in the heat?” Latex could be very sensitive to heat and—
Quinton laughed. “Uh, first, it’s the first week of February. And I bought them on my way to the club tonight.”
“That was presumptuous.”
He shrugged. “My New Year’s Eve Party was amazing—but I didn’t get lucky. Too busy playing host.”
“So, tonight…?”
“Well, I certainly hoped to get lucky.” He snagged his coat and pulled out a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. He removed the safety seal from the lube and then ripped open the box of condoms. After dropping a strip on the nightstand, along with the bottle, he hopped into bed and bounced to the middle.
He positioned a couple of pillows behind his head.
Then he opened his legs and started stroking his previously flaccid cock.
Damn thing reacted.
He ached an eyebrow. “What?”
“Just that you’re an optimist if you think we’re going through that many condoms tonight. Refractory periods are a thing, and I need sleep.” Speaking of which… I snagged my phone and set it on the nightstand. I’d charged it earlier, so I was okay in that respect. “Don’t you need your phone?”
“I figure you’ve set an alarm. I don’t need to go home as I’ve got spare clothes in my car. So, I’m good.”
Somehow, I believed him. He’s done this before.
You haven’t. Follow his lead. I wasn’t accustomed to following anyone anywhere, but something about this guy engendered trust. Like I’d be taken care of.
I sauntered to the nightstand, grabbed a condom and the lube, then moved to the center of the bed, positioning myself between his spread legs.
“Do you want…?” I cleared my throat. “Uh, that is…”
“Prep? Babe, I can do it myself if it’s not your jam. I kind of like the idea of you inside me in every way possible. But whatever works.”
“I…uh…” Prepping Gideon had always part of our ritual. Of what moved us from Daddy and Papa back to lovers. That division. That separation.
Not that we weren’t hyperaware and able to react at a moment’s notice.
“You okay?” Quinton’s dark-brown eyes shone in the low light.
“Yeah. Of course.” I removed my glasses and moved them to the nightstand, then, after a deep breath, I repositioned myself. I snagged the lube, and, in a moment of clarity, picked up the condom wrapper.
Then stopped.
In my entire life, I’d never used one. Being with one man since we were teenagers meant never needing one.
Even in the depth of Gideon’s addiction, I’d known he wasn’t unfaithful.
And after I’d kicked him to the curb, I hadn’t taken anyone up on their offer to comfort me.
Even Dominic, in all his fabulousness, hadn’t tempted me.
Not that I would’ve slept with a coworker.
Huge fat no. Then, while caring for two children and managing my surgical practice, I hadn’t had a moment to spare.
I ripped open the package.