“Yeah?” I breathed, inhaling the familiar grapefruit scent of his bodywash and remembering the shower in Gelada.
“Mm, yeah. Definitely. And when you get back from your program, I’m going to be waiting for you. Naked and ready.”
I was hard as steel. After glancing around, I realized we were alone now. The lobby was suddenly still and quiet. “Come back to my office with me,” I begged, pressing my dick up into his.
He blushed and laughed. Gorgeous. “I can’t. I have patients waiting. Besides, you need to get ready for your trip. But… you can call me later? Maybe a video call?”
His eyes were liquid heat.
“You bet your ass, Duchess. I’m going to video call the shit out of you.”
After three weeks of video calls and late-night text chats, I was exhausted but beyond ready to finally put my hands on Dr. Rogers.
“Hey, Riggsy!” Hux called from the reception desk as I raced into the office to drop off the auricle implant assets before heading straight to Carter’s house. “Celebration beer at the Tavern tonight.”
“No can do,” I said. “I have a hot date, and we will not have a moment to spare for a beer with the likes of you assholes.”
“Tomorrow, then!” he called after me. I waved a hand in acknowledgment even though my brain couldn’t possibly conceive of anything after my time with Carter tonight.
“Here’s the stuff,” I said, barging into Champ’s office and sliding the hard-sided case onto his desk. “Secure it for me, please? I’ll start the training tomorrow or whatever. Just not today, obviously.”
I turned to bolt out of there, but Champ’s deep voice stopped me in my tracks. “Go enjoy yourself, Riggs. You did good. I heard from the head of the program, and he was singing your praises. You can tell us all about it tomorrow.”
I blew out a sigh of relief and nodded. “Thanks. Tomorrow. See ya.”
When I pulled up to the mansion, I couldn’t help but snort. It was so different from the small cinder-block clinic in Gelada where I’d first gotten to know Carter. I’d originally assumed Carter was like this estate: expensive, pretentious, buttoned-up tight with strict security. But my first impression of him had been so wrong. He was warm and kind. Generous and giving.
I’d discovered the estate was actually Carter’s now, which was pretty damned funny. I wondered what he planned to do with the extra twenty thousand square feet he couldn’t possibly need.
I parked my truck and hopped out, heading straight for the door and reminding myself to use my manners with the butler rather than flinging him to the side and barking out Carter’s name in desperation like I wanted to.
But instead of the stuffy butler, Carter was the one who opened the door. His face lit up when he saw me, and it stripped away any hesitation I’d been carrying. I stepped into the large foyer and took him in my arms, spinning him around and holding him tight. “Fuck,” I whispered against his face. “I missed you so fucking much.”
His body was trembling. “Me too. I was afraid—”
Before he could say the words, my mouth was on his, tasting him, drinking him in. “No fear. Not anymore,” I murmured against his lips. “Just you and me.”
He moaned into my mouth and let me push him against the smooth wooden paneling of the foyer and sink to my knees on the cold marble floor.
Carter’s eyes widened, but they also went a little hazy, so I assumed he was on board with getting right to the best kind of hello.
“Been dreaming about this,” I murmured, running my cheek and chin over the bulge in his wash-worn jeans. “Sucking you, fucking you, kissing you, touching you.”
A noise from somewhere in the house startled me, and I glanced up at Carter. “Fuck. I forgot about the butler.”
He laughed. “I dismissed the butler, the housekeeper is at a family thing, Grandfather is in Nashville, and Kev never leaves the basement.”
“Want me to take you upstairs? Do this right?”
Carter looked down at me with a heated gaze. “Hell no.”
I kept my eyes on him while I unfastened his jeans and reached inside his boxer briefs for his hard cock. He smelled so good. Every part of him turned me on. I ran a hand up under his shirt and across his warm skin. “I missed you,” I said again before licking the head of his cock.
He made a gurgling sound and threw his head back against the wall. “Fuck. That’s… oh God. That’s amazing. Please.”
His fingers grasped my hair as I tweaked one of his nipples and drew his cock into my mouth with my tongue. It was dirty and quick, but just being alone with him, being able to touch him and taste him, felt like the most decadent intimacy ever.