I didn’t want to think about my brother fucking anyone, so I didn’t try to picture it. “Aren’t you concerned about getting caught?”
“That’s why it’s so hot.”
“And you think it’s smart to date someone you work with?”
“Why don’t you tell me? You think it’s smart to date your assistant?”
“She’s not my assistant, and we aren’t dating.”
“Then what are you?” he asked.
“We’re…” I didn’t know how to describe it. “Serious.”
“Well, Pria is a bit rambunctious, and I like that. I’m new to the city, so I don’t have great ways to meet women except at the bar, and that’s usually just a hookup. But Pria is cool. I want to see where it goes.”
“What will you do if it goes somewhere?”
“The hotel doesn’t have a policy against it. We just have to fill out a form.”
“That’s nice.”
“And it’s the best to fuck at work. We take our fifteen-minute breaks at the same time and really enjoy it.”
I liked our weekend getaways when Cleo and I didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in and seeing us together. We could be as loud as we wanted, do it at any time, didn’t have to squeeze in a romp in fifteen minutes. And when she fucked me with her ass in my face…I needed more than fifteen minutes.
“Pria is such a good lay. She’s adventurous, sexy, she even told me she likes it in the ass.” He took another drink of his beer.
I didn’t know what to say to that.
He didn’t ask anything about Cleo, knowing I wouldn’t share.
But she’d told me I could. “At the beach house, Cleo did reverse cowgirl…”
Tucker looked shocked, but it wasn’t clear what he was shocked about—if it was what Cleo did, or the fact that I told him. His eyebrows were high on his face, and his beer was ignored. “Whoa, whoa…” He pressed his fingers in the center of his other palm. “Time-out.”
I drank from my beer.
“One, how’d she do?”
“Unbelievable.”
“That shit is hard to master. She’s gotta know what she’s doing.”
Oh…she definitely knew what she was doing.
“And two, did you really just tell me that?”
I shrugged. “Cleo told me I could share…”
“Wow.” He grinned. “Man, she’s perfect. When a woman doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of her, that’s sexy as hell.”
I wouldn’t tell him really specific details, but that seemed pretty harmless.
“You’re a lucky bastard.” He clinked his glass against mine.
“I know.” And it wasn’t just because she was awesome in bed…but it helped.
“That’s the best position, but when you ask a girl to do it, you’ve got to know her kinda well, and even if she says yes, it doesn’t mean she’ll be good at it. It’s challenging.”
I wanted her to fuck me like that all the time. All I had to do was lie there and watch her work herself to exhaustion, her skin shiny with sweat, the muscles of her back tight, her ass so delicious I wanted to take a bite out of it.
“Pria and I are gonna have sooo much fun this weekend.”
I’d have to make sure that place was properly disinfected.
“I’ll ask Pria to try it. I think she could pull it off. But her ass isn’t nearly as nice—”
I warned him with my stare.
“Sorry…boundaries.”
I’d just torn off my gloves and washed my hands when Dr. Hawthorne came inside in her white lab coat. “How’d it go?”
I shook my head as I pulled out the paper towels and dried my hands. “Not as well as I wanted.”
“When do you return to patient care?”
“Next week.”
“Maybe you’ll have better results next time.”
Some of my patients responded well to my treatment, while others didn’t—and I couldn’t figure out why.
“Neil and Scarlett told me there’s a charity dinner this Saturday.”
“Yeah, I had Theresa email you the details. I know it’s last minute, but I hope you can make it.”
“It’s for a great cause. I’ll definitely be there.” She came to my side, pens sticking out of her front pocket. Her hair was in her usual tight ponytail, keeping the strands from her face. She’d been there for a week, and she already fit in. She made great contributions to the other projects, and she didn’t hesitate to ask one of us for input.
“You can bring a guest if you’d like.”
“Oh, I’m not seeing anybody,” she said quickly. “I actually just got out of a relationship right before I left London. But it was one of those relationships that should have ended far sooner than it did…”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
She shrugged. “I’m happier now. Anyway, I’ll be going alone.”
My phone started to buzz in my pocket because it was never still long. Sometimes I considered leaving it in my office so it wouldn’t bother me, but now that Derek was here, I wanted to be accessible if he ever needed me.
“Will your son be there?”