Chapter 4
XAVIER
I’d been low-key looking forward to this meeting for several days. For some reason, the uptight lawyer had been on my mind, and after learning the man was gay, I was even more interested in him.
Ever since Bobbie had implied that he wasn’t interested in being set up or entering the dating pool, I decided he might be up for the same kind of no-strings situation I was.
“Good afternoon,” he said when I entered the conference room. Unfortunately, he didn’t look up from his phone screen, which annoyed me.
“Did you enjoy your salmon?”
He flicked his eyes up and settled them back on his phone. “I did, thank you. And did you enjoy your rare moment of charitable giving?”
We were alone in the room since the meeting wasn’t scheduled to start for another few minutes. I didn’t want to waste what little time we had to ourselves by sniping with him. “Why are you on this case when you practice family law?”
He finally looked up and focused on me, setting the phone face down on the table next to his laptop. “Favor for a friend.”
“What kind of friend?”
Hon tilted his head at me. “Why do you want to know?”
“I’m curious how the hospital expects to succeed without a legal team well-versed in—”
He held up a hand. “Whoa. I’m only helping gather information and prep. I’m not managing or arguing the case at all. In fact, someone should have explained my role before we met for the first time.”
“Shouldn’t you have explained it?”
He lifted both eyebrows and smiled as if amused. “In fact, I did, Dr. Rhodes. I said my name is Honovi Baptiste, and I’m assisting your attorneys on this case.”
That rang a bell. “That was hardly an explanation.”
“How would it have changed things if I’d explained the situation in more detail? I’m unsure what the point of this discussion is.”
“Trial prep is very different from family law,” I said stupidly.
He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, the amusement still clear on his face. “Is it? And you received your law degree from where, Dr. Rhodes?”
My own words asking about his medical degree were thrown elegantly back in my face. “Touché,” I muttered.
“Are you ready to move past the arrogance portion of today’s meeting, or would you like to continue…” He waved long fingers between us. “Whatever this is?”
I locked eyes with him. “Maybe I want to continue whatever this is later tonight.”
The amused smirk faded, and his cheeks turned apple red. “Oh.”
For fuck’s sake, I want more of that.
“Come to my place later,” I said in a low voice.
“Not a chance,” he said quickly in response. I couldn’t help but notice that his ears joined in the blushing fun. By the time his assistant and the hospital admin joined us, he was flustered as fuck and adorably pink.
It only made me want him more.
Unfortunately, Honovi Baptiste was a consummate professional. He acted like nothing untoward had happened between us, and he proceeded to ask me questions as if we also hadn’t butted heads the previous times we’d met or exchanged an unprofessional suggestion to hook up.
I decided to cut the poor man some slack.
It was obvious he wasn’t interested in meeting up outside of this, so I tried to be professional for the rest of the meeting.
My answers were as calm and straightforward as possible.
When it was finally over, Hon’s complexion had returned to its usual smooth, creamy olive, and his confidence had returned.
“I appreciate your cooperation, Dr. Rhodes,” he said. “That is all we need from you at this time.”
I watched him as he carefully packed up his things. His clothes fit him to perfection, which made my mouth water and my eyes continue to devour him.
“Can I buy you a cup of coffee at the cart on your way out?” I offered, continuing my professional and respectful tone. “As a thank-you for putting up with my previous attitude?”
He side-eyed me but reluctantly agreed before turning to his assistant. “Gracie, I’ll see you back at the office. Thank you.”
She nodded and said her goodbyes before following the hospital administrator out of the room. I gestured for Hon to precede me out the door and then joined him as we headed to the coffee cart closer to the emergency department’s corridor.
I opened my mouth to ask an innocuous question about what else he was working on today when suddenly he yanked me sideways through an open door and closed it firmly behind us.
Before I could ask him what was happening, his mouth was on mine, and Honovi Baptiste was shoving me back against the closed door.
His mouth was soft, but his kiss was firm. Decisive. Borderline aggressive. I groaned into it and reached up to hold his face so he couldn’t pull away. He wrapped my necktie in his fist while our harsh, heavy breathing filled the room.
My brain spun with disjointed thoughts. About how he didn’t like me. How I didn’t blame him. How I had surgical on-call hours today that could interrupt us at any time.
“Why?” I gasped, unwilling to pull away from his mouth any longer than it took to toss out the one-word question.
He tugged my tie, pulling me even closer. “Don’t need to go to your place to get an orgasm from you.” His lips never left mine as he tossed out the response.
“Suck you off?” I moved my hands from his face down the front of him, cupping his pecs and memorizing the muscles and padded areas of his abdomen before finally reaching his stiffening cock behind the front of his suit pants.
He pulled me around until his back was against the door, and then he used his hands on my tie to pull me down. I quickly dropped to my knees, looking up to watch his face.
Honovi’s entire face was flushed pink.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I said, my voice husky with need.
His eyes narrowed. “And you’re so fucking egotistical. It’s nice to see you on your knees right now.”
I grinned at him. “I can be egotistical from here. I’m going to give you the best blowjob of your life.”
He rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. “Yeah? Let’s see, then.”
I rubbed his cock through his pants, watching his face to see what he liked. When I finally pulled open his belt, the little hitch of breath that escaped from his throat felt like victory.
I wanted more.
As soon as I got his pants open, I leaned forward and breathed him in. The familiar masculine scent of cock mixed with whatever it was that made this particular man smell even better. My brain blinked as I pulled back to get a look at his briefs.
The cotton was printed with tiny scales of justice.
“Are you wearing lawyer undies?” I asked, feeling a laugh bubbling up as I met his eyes.
His eyes were dark with lust before he narrowed them and let his lips curve up in a slight grin. “They’re legal briefs. I take my job very seriously.”
“Legal briefs,” I said with a huff of laughter. I rubbed his hard length through the warm cotton. “Is this where I make a joke about lawyers and assholes?” I teased.
He ran his fingers into my hair. “I’d love for you to claim I’m the asshole here. Go on, try it. See how it sounds.”
For some reason, I felt like my chest was full of helium. When was the last time I’d been with a man who challenged me? Who teased me?
It was doing all kinds of things to me.
I took my time pulling his quirky underwear down to reveal his tip.
Hon’s fingers tightened in my hair. “If someone knocks on this door before I come down your throat, I’m going to—oh fuck!”
I wrapped my tongue around his tip and took his cock in my mouth, sucking up and down quickly to make him wet. After several aggressive sucks, I pulled off and stroked him with my hand. “You negative? I’m clear.”
He nodded. “Yeah. And it’s… ah… been a minute since I’ve been with anyone else.”
“Same,” I said quickly, even though I was suddenly wondering why this beautiful man didn’t have someone in his bed every damn night.
I returned to the task at hand—getting him off as mind-blowingly and quickly as possible. I kind of hated that my “one and done” with Honovi Baptiste was being wasted on a quickie BJ in a spare room at the hospital, but I’d take what I could get.
He was sexy as fuck, and I wanted him more desperately with each passing moment.
The taste of his warm, hard cock in my mouth made me hard as steel in my own pants. I reached down to press the heel of my palm against my dick as I continued to take Hon as deep as I could into my mouth and throat.
“That’s it. Take it. Just like that. Oh fuck, that’s good. Mmm.” His fingers tightened in my hair.
This straitlaced attorney telling me to take his cock in my mouth was pressing all of my buttons.
I moved down to pull one of his balls into my mouth to tease him just a little bit more before sucking his cock again.
“Fuck, Xavier,” he gasped before biting his fist to shut himself up.
When his warm spunk hit my tongue and throat, I was pleasantly surprised he hadn’t warned me off. He hadn’t given me the choice once I’d brought up our statuses.
Good.
The rush of tasting his release, of knowing I was the one who wrung it from him, was heady. I stood up and ripped open my pants, rucking my shirt up my chest to get it out of the way as I stroked myself a few quick times until my own release hit.
“Aw, fuck,” I grunted, staring down at his glistening wet cock lying half-flaccid now against his inner thigh. Damn, he was sexy. The perfect combination of sexy, bossy, and completely uninterested in me beyond a physical release.
I glanced up at his eyes and found them riveted on my cock in my cum-covered fist. The apples of his cheeks were dark, and his tongue came out to wet his lips.
“You like that?” I teased softly. “Seeing how hard you made me come? How much I liked sucking your cock?”
His eyelashes fluttered for a moment, and then he quickly began repairing his clothing.
When he was put back together, he reached for his legal bag and straightened up. Then he cleared his throat. “Thank you and… good luck with the, ah… case.”
Then he turned and bolted. If the door had been hung on the opposite edge, the entire hospital would have seen me standing there with my cock out. Instead, I was mostly hidden behind the large wooden door.
I quickly closed it and locked it, glancing around for something to clean up with.
It was an empty patient room, which meant there was a sink with paper towels in the near corner. As I cleaned up, I thought back to his impersonal “thank you” and his quick departure.
I couldn’t help but grin.
Honovi Baptiste was as much of an asshole as I was.