It would be nicer if Dr. Schaffer lay down on top of him – his bulky body keeping him warm and pressing down on him – but he would be far too embarrassed to ask for something like that.
Dr. Schaffer crouched down to Dylan’s eye-level, hand lingering his shoulder. Dylan met his gaze with a flutter in his stomach.
“Yes?” he asked, wondering what Dr. Schaffer was up to now.
“Do you want to do this again sometime?” Dr. Schaffer’s voice was hopeful, his gaze expectant. “Not here at the office, necessarily. But maybe like a real date? And I could bring Ryker with me this time?”
“Ryker?”
Dr. Schaffer’s grin turned soft. “My mate.”
Dylan blinked, the idea of going on a date with two werewolves – especially if this Ryker character was anything like Dr. Schaffer – extremely intimidating.
He pushed past his fear and reservations. He’d just had the best, most intense sexual encounter of his life – exceeding anything he’d ever thought he’d experience – and he would spend the rest of his life kicking himself if he said no.
Dr. Schaffer was like something straight out of a porno, but he had asked Dylan if he was okay with what they were doing every step of the way. Dylan didn’t feel like his limits had been crossed.
Stretched, maybe, but not crossed.
“That sounds nice.”
Dr. Schaffer grinned and leaned in to kiss him. “Wonderful.” He rose up, his bulge once again right in Dylan’s line of vision. “Were you serious about the chastity cage thing?”
Dylan looked away from Dr. Schaffer’s bulge and up at his face. He scrunched his brow, the conversational shift giving him whiplash. “What?”
“Do you still want that?” Dr. Schaffer licked his lips, idly fondling his bulge. “I didn’t really get the appeal at first, but I have to say that the idea of you not being able to jerk off until the next time I see you is pretty hot.”
Dylan stared at him. Dr. Schaffer was talking about the chastity cage thing like it was something Dylan had suggested, but that was crazy.
He shook his head. “No, I think I’m good.”
Dylan wouldn’t say he was turned off by the idea of Dr. Schaffer locking away his cock. On the contrary. It just seemed a little extreme considering the fact that he had just met the man a little over an hour ago.
Dr. Schaffer’s face fell. “Oh, that’s fine.” He let go of his bulge and hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “Do you want to take it with you, just in case? I’m not going to use it.”
“No, thank you. You can keep it.”
What Dylan would do with a chastity cage, he had no idea. Certainly not wear it.
“What about your mole?” Dr. Schaffer walked over to the leather gloves he’d dropped on the floor and picked them up, shoving them into his pocket and making it bulge. “Do you want me to remove that now?”
Dylan had completely forgotten about that.
“Yes, please.”
Dr. Schaffer nodded. He grabbed some paper towel and bent down to wipe up a puddle of come off the floor, scooping it up and folding the paper over to wipe up more, and when he was done there, he took another length of paper and rubbed down the chair.
At Dylan’s judgmental look, he huffed. “The cleaners will be here tomorrow. They sanitize everything.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Dylan said.
“You didn’t have to.” Dr. Schaffer walked over to him, looking down at him with a grin. “Let’s go back to my office.”
Without warning, Dr. Schaffer flipped Dylan onto his back and scooped him up into his arms, blanket included, and held him in a princess carry. Dylan squealed, surprised to suddenly find himself airborne.
Dr. Schaffer held him under his knees and upper back, folding him in half and tilting his whole body into his chest. If Dylan turned his head just a little, his mouth would be right at Dr. Schaffer’s nipple.
The urge to go ahead and take the nub in his mouth was intense, but Dylan was too embarrassed to actually do it.
