August had never met someone who bruised as prettily as Dylan.
Seeing him strapped into the restrictive straitjacket, his little six-inch cock hard and straining as Ryker teased his balls with the crop, had been so hot that August had lost control and blasted his load into Dylan’s unsuspecting mouth far sooner than he’d intended.
He wished he had it on camera. Dylan had coughed and sputtered, his face a mess of spit and come, and the way he’d pouted was the cutest thing August had ever seen.
“You’re looking happy today, Dr. Schaffer. Did you have a nice weekend?”
August beamed at Cynthia, the clinic receptionist, as he stepped out of the elevator and tugged off his gloves. He shoved them, in his pockets and removed his coat, folding it over his arm to be put away in his office.
“I did, thank you. It was really fantastic. How about you?”
“Not as good as yours apparently, but nice enough.” Cynthia chuckled. “Mark and I took Samantha to the park.”
“That sounds nice. Did you have fun?”
August walked toward his office, Cynthia falling into step next to him.
“We did. It was cold, but there was an interactive art installation that Samantha really enjoyed.” Cynthia gave him a curious look. “What about you?”
“I went on two dates with my beautiful husband and a very pretty boy.” August smirked, making no attempt to hide how happy he was. “We really like this one.”
August had known Cynthia for about four years, and she knew all about his and Ryker’s attempts to find a third. She didn’t know the details of what they wanted todowith their third – she’d probably faint if she saw their playroom – but she was as supportive as a work friend who was also an employee could be.
“Good for you.” Cynthia stood next to his desk while August booted up his computer. “I hope it works out for you.”
“Thank you.” August was determined to make things work with Dylan, even if that meant not pushing him into chastity no matter how much August wanted to lock away his cock. “So what’s on the agenda this morning? Any changes to the schedule?”
Cynthia nodded. “Yes. Mrs. Scalia canceled her appointment, so you don’t have any patients before nine. Dr. Walker is in room two with a patient, but she wants a meeting before lunch.”
“All right,” August said. “Do you know what it’s about?”
Cynthia shrugged. “Something about the equipment in room three. I don’t know what.”
August suppressed a wince. He didn’t want any questions from Mary about what he’d been up to in there. It had to be something else. August had put the colonic machine and gynecological examination chair back exactly as he’d found them
Hadn’t he?
“Let her know I’ll find her before lunch.”
“Will do.” Cynthia stepped away from his desk. “I’ll be at the reception if you need me.”
Cynthia left, and August logged on to his computer and worked through the lab results that had come in over the weekend. There was a histology report on Dylan’s mole, which he clicked on first, and as he’d expected there was nothing wrong. He made a note in Dylan’s chart and sent him a quick text message to let him know that his results were in and that there was nothing to worry about.
Ten seconds later, Dylan reacted to the message with a smiley face. August stared at the little emoji, grinning like a fool and feeling all warm and happy in his chest.
He hoped Dylan was having the same happy feelings about him and Ryker.
Once August was finished with the lab results, he still had some time before his first patient of the day. He left his office and went to the staff room to make himself a cup of coffee.
Angela, one of two nurses who worked at the clinic, was standing by the coffee machine.
“Is there enough for me?”
August stayed by the door, not wanting to startle Angela. She’d only been with them for a month, working part time, and she was still a little intimidated by him.
“Oh, Dr. Schaffer. I didn’t see you there.” Angela shot him a nervous smile. “Of course. Shall I pour you a cup?”
August walked into the room and grabbed his favorite mug from the cupboard. “No, that’s all right. I don’t mind. Did you have a nice weekend?”
