“You can talk to me about anything,” Nicolas said firmly. He wagged his eyebrows at me, lips twitching. “No matter how strange, unusual, or depraved.”
“Actually, that’s sort of what’s on my mind.”
“Depravity from the good doctor?” Nicolas teased. “I’m reasonably certain you’ve taken oaths that preclude you from going too far down that rabbit hole, I’m afraid.” He paused, studying me. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well, I’m usually a bit more… physical… when I have a boyfriend.”
“A boyfriend?” Nicolas said, his tone suggesting he was testing the word out. “Hmm. It seems that I may like the direction this conversation is heading in, after all.”
“Are we—do you want to—” I broke off and tried again. “We’ve been seeing each other for weeks now and you haven’t tried… anything. With me.”
Oh wow. Talk about a crash-and-burn moment. More like a slow-moving train wreck, with me at the wheel. The moment the words were out, I regretted them.
“Ah.” Nicolas’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a soft chuckle. “Doctor De La Cruz, are you referring to sex?”
“Err—” My cheeks went hot with embarrassment. “Yeah.”
“I see.”
“If you don’t want to, we don’t need to,” I said in a rush. What if he couldn’t have sex? After all, he didn’t have a pulse. Though I had seen evidence to the contrary—but that was just the once. Grimacing, I added, “I just figured that we should talk about it. That’s all.”
“I do want to,” he said seriously, hunger in his eyes. “Very much, in fact.”
I hesitated. “Are you sure, because—”
He rose from his chair and came to stand in front of me. Gently, he took my hand and placed it on his groin. Beneath the thin fabric of his pants, he was rock hard.
“Oh,” I said weakly.
My own cock started to stir to attention.
“I usually am, when I’m near you,” Nicolas explained. He took me by the hand and pulled me to standing. “I think we can leave the dishes for a few hours. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” I said immediately.
Nicolas led me into his bedroom and, practically the moment I was over the threshold, he slid his arms around my waist, his blue eyes peering into mine. “Would you like to make love to me, Eli?”
My cock fully hardened. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I nodded instead. He kissed me, crushing me to him withsurprising strength. His lips were soft and warm against mine and my cock began to ache in my pants.
When he pulled back, I found myself breathing hard.
“Foolish of me,” he muttered. Then he hesitated, biting his lower lip. He raised his gaze to mine and his eyes were filled with sudden, uncharacteristic worry. “Eli, I need to tell you something before we do this. It’s about me.”
“No, you don’t,” I said immediately. “I’m not doing this blind, Nicolas. You can tell me the specifics later, but whatever it ends up being, it won’t change how I feel.”
Something went molten in Nicolas’s expression at my words, and he nodded sharply.
I stripped his shirt off and slid my hands around his waist, pulling him against me. I began kissing his neck again, causing him to lose his words in a gasp of pleasure.
He wanted me inside of him. I wanted that too. I wanted to claim him and make him mine.
I unbuttoned his belt as I moved up his throat to his lips and kissed his lips. Slow and sweet at first, then more demanding. He seemed every bit as eager as I.
Next, I undid his pants, and they pooled around his ankles. He broke the kiss to step out of them, now naked except for the underwear he wore—a skimpy satin number, so dark red that it was almost black. His cock was bulging beneath it.
I dropped down to my knees. Without hesitation, I put my mouth on his hardness, tasting his precum through the fabric.
“Eli,” he gasped out. “Holy hell.”
