“I can’t wait. I’m looking forward to it.” Cayson looked Quick in his eyes and said honestly, “I thought about you, too.”
Quick didn’t ask what about, like he’d done. Instead, his bounty hunter leaned in and let his tongue do the talking. Cayson groaned as soon as Quick’s tongue met his. Oh, god, he tasted wild and new. Cayson linked his hands behind Quick’s neck and let him take the reins while he enjoyed the exciting new ride. His stomach rose and fell as if he were on a rollercoaster at Busch Gardens.
“Taste so damn good,” Quick murmured against Cayson’s mouth before he delved in again.
Cayson knew he needed to put a stop to this. This wasn’t the time or place for intimacy. He knew of several doctors who fucked in the hospital – albeit nurses – or spouses who showed up in the guise of simply bringing a surgeon dinner, all the while, they’re naked under their long cashmere coats. Cayson had class, if nothing else. He wouldn’t be caught bare-assed, bent over his desk. He was the one to break the kiss next, but Quick wasn’t having it.
“I’m not done,” he said in his roughened tone, pulling Cayson back in. His lust and passion flowed off him in waves, filling a huge void within Cayson. He wasn’t done either, not by a long shot, but he needed to have this exact moment in his living room, not in his office with his nurse just outside the door.
“I don’t want you to be done, either. But can we continue a little more of that tonight?” Cayson blushed.
Quick clasped both of Cayson’s hands and removed them from behind his neck, placing a quick couple kisses on his knuckles before releasing him. “You can have whatever you want tonight. I promise.”
Cayson was starting to become fond of Quick’s promises. At least it wasn’t just verbiage, or a common term he threw out on a whim. Quick meant it. If he promised, it’d be done. Quick was a confident, sure man. Just the type of man he needed in his life. Had always wanted, but didn’t find. Quick may have gotten off to a rocky start, but Cayson couldn’t keep holding it over the man’s head. He’d accepted Quick’s apology, now he needed to forget about the past and focus on a future. He wasn’t over the hill. He had a lot of good years left. Years he didn’t want to spend alone, no matter what pep talk he gave himself. He needed to be positive. He wasn’t going on this date with animosity in his heart. He wanted to give him and Quick a real fighting chance.
Quick hugged him tight one last time before he let his hands go.
Cayson took off his white lab coat and hung it on the coat rack behind his door and grabbed his blazer and his parka. He was done for the day, and he chuckled at Quick’s surprised smile when he noticed that Cayson was leaving with him.
“You’re done for the day?”
“I am.” Cayson flicked off the light switch and closed his door, double-checking it was locked. “Finished the last of my rounds right before you got here.”
Duke was standing there charming Nania while he waited patiently for Quick. Cayson only made brief eye contact with a smug, slightly amused Duke. It was as if the man saw through the reinforced steel that was his office door and watched him tongue down his best friend.
“All set?” Duke looked back and forth between them.
Cayson sucked his kiss-swollen bottom lip into his mouth, trying to hide it. It was useless. He’d been kissed until he was gasping for breath, and there was no hiding that. Cayson released his pink lip and gave Duke a wary smile.
“We’re outta here,” Quick confirmed.
With Quick’s steady hand on the small of Cayson’s back, he plucked the two pink message slips from Nania’s inbox as he bid her a goodnight.
“Goodnight, Dr. Chauncey. Have a good weekend. And come back on Monday as happy as you were today. Whatever you took this morning worked wonders for your mood.” She laughed loud, making Cayson blush.
Of course. Cayson could fell the warmth all over his neck and at the tips of his ears. Quick walked alongside him, and looked down to wink his appreciation at what he’d heard. There was only one reason Cayson was so happy today, and it was because of his hearty dose of Roman Webb right before it started.
Duke nodded at Quick and put his hand up for a high five, then left his flat palm up for Cayson too. “Bout damn time you guys got that party started. Put it up, Doc.” Cayson laughed, but he slapped Duke’s hand anyway. He felt like one of the guys. At least that’s how he felt on the inside, but the outward appearance – him walking with two huge bounty hunters down the hall – made him look like he was being escorted to jail.