When he was done, Marisol expressed more gratitude, even though I was sure she could tell the news wasn’t promising. “Won’t you please have a glass of chicha or a soda before you go? I have some cookies too.”
Carter nodded and accepted the offer of hospitality while I squatted down to pack up our supplies. Just as I stood up, Marisol reached out to take the pitcher from her friend Yul, and the entire contents of the pitcher poured over my head and clothes.
Poor Marisol was horrified. Yul was overcome with laughter, and Carter simply pinched his lips together between his teeth and snorted.
“Please, please,” Marisol said, flapping her hands helplessly. “We have water outside for you and soap and towels. Oh! Your clothes are ruined.”
She was so upset, I tried reassuring her. “It’s okay.”
Carter reached into the supply bag and pulled out an extra pair of scrubs. “I always carry spares just in case things get messy.”
I followed Marisol out the back door, where a corrugated tin cubicle held a large tank of water on a pedestal overhead. A handheld shower nozzle hung from it.
After pointing to a bar of soap and handing me a towel and a plastic sack for my wet clothes, Marisol left me to it. Thankfully, the water was somewhat sun-warmed from the tank. I stripped down and began rinsing the sticky drink off. The water was cool, but the sun was hot. It felt good to clean off the dust and sweat of the day.
I thought back to last night, to the hard press of Carter’s body against mine. To the breathy gasps that came from him with every stroke of his dick against mine. To the aggressive way he returned my kisses and clutched at my ass with his strong fingers.
God, that one stupid slip in control had resulted in the hottest frot of my life. The reserved country club doctor had slipped off his mask just long enough for me to catch a glimpse of the hot, desperate need underneath.
I wanted more. So much fucking more.
Messing around with a client was the height of stupidity, especially when I was on this assignment in the first place as a result of other unprofessional actions involving my sex life.
But, fuck. The man was irresistible. I wanted to strip his mask away again and take him apart, hear him beg and whimper for release.
Suddenly, I realized if I hadn’t fucked up with the HOG phone call, Champ would have most likely assigned Byrd to escort Carter to Venezuela. Byrd—aka Baby Byrd due to his youth and inexperience—would have been the one in charge of keeping Carter safe.
The kid had plenty of potential, of course, and he’d been trained by the best. But imagining him here with Carter instead of me… what if something happened? What if Carter was hurt or lost? Upset, even.
No. I had to admit to being glad I was the one here with Carter. Even though the chances of him being in danger on this assignment were slim to none, I was relieved Champ had assigned someone with as much experience in personal protection as I had.
Liar. You just want in his pants again.
It was true. There was no denying my dick’s desire to fuck the beautiful doctor. But I also had to admit to enjoying his company. He was smart and well-read, but he was also pretty funny. He enjoyed observing quirky characters and making up stories about them. When he was able to forget the animosity between us and relax, he even slipped into quasi-impersonations which had caused me to almost piss myself the other night when he’d told me the story of his grandfather’s attempt to learn to bowl at the Nuthatch Bowl-a-Rama when Carter’s clinic workers had invited Carter to their regular bowling night.
“Carter, why ever would I want to insert my freshly washed digits into such mysterious and germ-ridden orifices?”
Through the laughter, I’d asked him why his grandfather had even gone to a place like that in the first place. Carter’s smile had softened, and his cheeks had turned a little pink.
“Because I asked him to,” he’d said. “And he loves me.”
There’d been glimpses of that Carter Rogers this week, the one with a tender heart and a desire to please the nurses and office staff who worked for him. I didn’t want to like the man. I definitely didn’t want to be his friend. But he was making it more and more difficult to remember how much I had to lose if Champ found out about my unprofessional relationship with a principal I was supposed to be guarding.
Thankfully, the shower water was just cool enough to keep me from getting hard at the memory of Carter’s handsome face and sexy body.
I cleaned myself off quickly before dressing in the scrubs and shoving everything else in the grocery sack.