Chapter 69

The incredulous look she gave me made me laugh. “Are you kidding? I dropped the news like a bomb and got out of there before he could explode.” Leading the way down a brightly lit hallway, she said, “Follow me.”

Past the staff room and kitchen, the bathrooms, the blood lab, the X-ray, other empty rooms. As we rounded a corner I caught sight of my lover. His back was turned towards us as he wrote down something at the nurse’s station, and a jolt of desire ran through me from my heart to my groin. “In here,” Janice hissed, shoving me into the nearest examination room. As she shut the door, I heard her call out in an overly cheerful voice, “Your last patient’s ready when you are, Dr. Liu.”

Quickly I assessed the room. An examination table covered in paper, a stool, a sink, a counter, a trashcan, that was about it. Not exactly the most romantic place in the world, granted, but it’d have to do. Out in the hall I heard Lee’s voice and reminded myself that we would have to keep it down, whatever we did—the doors and walls were thin. The knob turned and I stepped out of sight behind the door as it opened. “This is the lastonetoday,” Lee was saying. “I’m serious. I’m in trouble at home already.”

Lee stepped into the room, so close to me that the hem of his white lab coat brushed my leg in passing. He held an open folder that he frowned over—I saw faint lines marring the smooth skin around his thin lips. While he flipped through the patient’s chart, I leaned back against the door until the latch caught. Then I reached for the knob and pushed it in, locking the door. I stepped forward and breathed in the heady scent of the man before me—dried sweat and stale cologne mingled with a musk that was all Lee. Into his ear, I sighed, “So here’s where you’ve been hiding.”

Lee jumped as if he’d been goosed. “Curt!” he cried, spinning around. The chart was clutched to his chest. “Jesus, don’t do that. What the hell are you doing here?”

I grinned at the look on his face. “Surprising you,” I said. He leaned back against the examination table, flustered, and I laughed. “Looks like it worked.”

“Jesus,” he sighed again. I closed the distance between us and he hit me playfully with the chart he held. “You just about gave me a coronary.”

Taking the chart from his hands, I set it out of the way on the nearby counter. “Is that doctor-speak for heart attack?”

“What are you doing here?” he wanted to know. His eyes searched mine for an answer. In reply, I touched the collar of his white lab coat, following the edges of the fabric to the collar of his blue dress shirt. When my fingers found the knot of his tie, they slipped beneath it and started to work it loose. Lee caught my hand in his, stopping me. “Curt? What’s going on?”

I tugged at the tie. When he didn’t let me undo it, my hand smoothed down the silky length, feeling the buttons of his shirt hidden beneath it. “You didn’t come home early like you said you would,” I pouted.

“I’ve been busy,” Lee pointed out. Now my fingers began to pluck open the buttons below the tie, but Lee brushed them away. “Curt, I’m at work.”

My hands slid lower, to his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants. As I worked at the buckle, I leaned into him, my lips hot on the hollow of his throat. His hands hooked onto the top of my jeans, no longer protesting.

“Lee,” I sighed, trailing tiny kisses up his neck, around his jaw, until our mouths met. I licked into him, my tongue insistent, and he moaned as he gave in. At his waist, the belt came free from the buckle and his pants unzipped beneath my hand. I rubbed at the front of his briefs, feeling the hidden cock stiffen at my touch.

Lee pushed against me. “Curt, I can’t…” I caught his lower lip between my teeth and tugged gently as my hand eased between his legs. He gasped when I found the hot, soft flesh behind his balls. “Not here.”

I didn’t bother to reply. I simply kissed my way down to his chin and along the underside as he leaned back for more. In my palm, his briefs were now taut across the start of an erection. My tongue traced a path down his throat, around his Adam’s apple, and over his own fingers now fumbling with his tie. I didn’t stop there—I kissed each of the buttons on his shirt, hesitating only twice in my downward descent to lick over the hard nipples straining against the fabric. When my lips closed over the first one, Lee’s dick moved in my hand. I grinned and blew at the damp circle on his shirt. His cock responded and he groaned when my tongue flicked out to wet the nipple again. By the time I was through with the other one as well, I had a tough time releasing the hard shaft from Lee’s tight underwear. When I finally managed to pull the briefs down, Lee sighed my name.