#4
“Huh?”
“I asked if you minded me giving you a blow job. I have yet to meet a guy who turned me down, but I still believe in asking.”
“Appreciated.” I offered him a wry grin. “Both the effort to obtain consent as well as the offer. And yeah, I’ll take you up on that.”
He grinned, then lowered himself easily to his knees.
I braced my arm on the tiled wall behind him so he didn’t have to support me.
Then I closed my eyes in bliss as he delivered a pretty fucking stellar orgasm.
And I managed to get through the entire thing without thinking about my ex or children. That felt like an accomplishment.
Before I could offer reciprocity, he stood, tugged himself twice, and shot cum into the steaming water.
He grinned. “Nearly came without touching myself.” He arched an eyebrow. “You’re just that hot.” He moved toward me—clearly telegraphing the kiss.
I wrapped my arms around him and melded our bodies together as our lips met. I was going to be a prune by the time we got out, but it’d totally be worth it.
My cock didn’t try to stir again. This moment wasn’t sexual in any way. This was a fusing of souls.
What the actual fuck? Don’t go writing sonnets to the guy you’ve just had a one-night stand with. You’re just mooning because you’ve only ever married guys you’ve fucked. You’re not going to marry a guy you’ve spent less than twelve hours with.
This time, I didn’t try to silence the voice of reason pinging loudly in my head. This didn’t make a lick of sense. So I’d shelve the idea.
He pulled back first. “I do need to get going.”
I glanced at my waterproof watch. “Shit, yeah, me too.” I didn’t want to walk into the hospital wearing last night’s clothes, but changing in my car in the middle of winter didn’t appeal either.
At least I knew where I was going in the hospital.
It would be easy to sneak in and get changed.
Otherwise, I’d have to go down to the car now and bring my scrubs back up here, and that didn’t make sense either.
We exited the shower, and each grabbed a towel.
As much as I wanted to be playful—and fanciful—and offer to dry him, I really did need to get going.
I’d have to stop somewhere for breakfast as well.
Good thing today was mainly orientation.
Well, unless a trauma or urgent case came in. I had to be prepared for everything.
Within a couple of minutes, we were dressed, and I was just giving my hair an extra toweling.
“Bitter out there this morning.” Quinton checked his phone. “But no snow. Might happen later in the week.”
“Oh, we should exchange numbers.” Super casual.
He grinned. “Yeah, okay.”
I rhymed mine off.
Moments later, my phone buzzed.
“Texted you.”
“Yeah, I figured.” I pointed to his phone. “I hope the nurses aren't as lazy as in this hospital as they were at my last place. Always on their phones while patient call bells were ringing.” I scrolled on my phone and entered Quinton’s name.
“You work in a hospital?”
“Yeah, Abbotsford General. Today’s my first day.”
“Oh, what do you do?”
I shot off a text to Gideon asking him to give the kids a kiss from me. We’d set parameters to our new relationship, and checking in once a day with whomever had the kids was acceptable. I’d be busy all day, so this time of day worked.
He sent back a photo, clearly taken last night, with both kids smeared in chocolate ice cream.
I grinned. And shot my gaze to Quinton’s when he cleared his throat. “What? Oh, sorry, I’m a surgeon.”
“Oh, really.”
Where I expected some awe or…something…I found only pure venom.
“Nothing like arrogant surgeons to not understand how much nurses have to cope with. I’ll see myself out.”
In the time it’d taken me to check my phone, he’d dressed.
“Oh, and lose my number. As a lazy nurse, I don’t date people above my station.” With that, he was gone.
Oh shit.