Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“I’m starting to think you might have a crush on me, Dr. Baby.” His own crooked smile spread, hoping he was getting past the too quiet remark from earlier. He didn’t want Derek to see him that way.
“Then quit dodging me and let’s play doctor,” Derek growled. Justin could feel Derek’s heated gaze on him, but refused to look his way.
“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” Justin playfully fired right back, like he had every night they’d worked together. Besides, Derek had to know he was such a liar. It took everything in him not to jump the smug doctor right there in the hallway and show him exactly how well he played with others.
“I’m not buying it. Besides, if you don’t want to play with me, then why do I always catch you eye-fucking me?” Derek cockily countered. The doctor grabbed his forearm, stopping Justin in his tracks. Derek turned toward him and their eyes locked in an instant. Justin wondered if Derek could hear his heart pounding against his chest as he held his challenging gaze.
This was new to the game.
“Eye-fucking you? Seriously?” Justin laughed, making it a point to let his eyes roam slowly over Derek’s body. After the briefest of pauses at seeing the evidence of Derek’s arousal, he lifted his eyes. “I never said I didn’t want to play with you, I just said I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“And neither do I.” Derek caught him off guard. He wrapped an arm around his waist and tugged him inside a closet that Justin hadn’t even noticed was there.
Seconds later, the lock on the door clicked, and he was shoved against the tile wall before he had time to protest. There was just enough light in the small space for Justin to swear he saw a wicked glint flash in Derek’s eyes as he lifted a hand, holding him easily in place. His breath deepened. He refused to consider the consequences. No way was he going to move one single muscle. His heart slammed in his chest and his desire kicked up steam.
Derek’s lip curled as he leaned in closer, clearly reading him like a book. Yeah, there was definitely a challenge reflected in those green eyes. Nothing but silence filled the room as they stared at one another in those first few provocative seconds.
“I want you so fucking bad I hurt.” Derek was on him. So close he could smell the fresh clean scent of his expensive cologne and feel the heat of the other man’s arousal rubbing along his. Damn, Dr. Derek Babineaux was as turned on as he was.
“Is it safe here?” Justin asked, not moving, but needing to touch the hot doctor so badly.
“Hell if I know. I’ve never done this before,” Derek whispered. Words like that were always Justin’s undoing. Warm, soft lips pressed against his. The weight of Derek’s firm body pinned him against the wall. He heard himself whimper when Derek’s tongue pushed between his lips and the kiss deepened, becoming a frenzy of tongues and teeth, exploring and probing, tasting and teasing. Justin melted into his arms. His knees were now as weak as his resolve. He couldn’t think, not that he needed to, his instincts had already taken over as he grabbed Derek’s ass and pulled the doctor closer against him. Derek swiveled his hips, grinding them hard into his already aching cock.
“You make me so hard!” Derek hissed as he broke from the kiss to trail his nose along Justin’s neck. He rolled his hips forward, grinding his rigid cock into Derek’s. “Oh yeah, I want you…bad.”
Derek’s hands were all over him, kneading and caressing before slipping under the hem of his scrubs. Warm palms slid up his ribs and skated across his tightening nipples. God, he loved that move. His nipples hardened to small nubs under the sensual assault. Why he’d waited so long to give in to these suggestions was beyond him. They’d danced around each other since the first day he’d started work.
“Wanted you from day one…” Justin whispered. Derek slid a hand between them, the action causing the slightest brush across his already aching cock as the man worked to pull something from his pocket. The sensation set him on fire. Just the merest touch from Derek and he was lost. Two small packets were pushed into his hand as the doctor’s lab coat fell away. Derek was back at his neck, running his lips over his throat, sending chills coursing through his body. Recognition made his dick twitch when Justin realized what he held in his hand. Did Derek carry protection around in his pocket all the time? Justin’s eyes dropped to the foil packages in his palm. Lifting a brow, he glanced back up at Derek and placed the packages on the shelf beside him. “That sure of yourself, huh?”