I follow him into a wide corridor and then into a room that looks like a cross between an office and a laboratory. He goes to one of the cupboards and collects a small plastic container.
“Label this with your name and the date. There’s a pen in the room you’ll be using.” He moves toward a door I hadn’t noticed, and opens it to reveal a dimly lit chamber containing a sofa, a TV, and a coffee table covered by a stack of magazines. When I pause to read the titles, I see they’re different editions ofEscort.Oh, God. I know what this room is. It’s the jack-off closet.
I eye the sofa suspiciously. How many guys have gotten their rocks off on it? I bet this is one of those rooms that you’d never want to see illuminated by a black light like on those crime shows.
The good doctor must mistake my horror for confusion, because he explains. “There are a range of DVDs for stimulation in addition to the magazines. Once you’re done, bring me the sample.”
Forcing myself to nod, I ask, “Is there a time limit or something?”
This is a really fucking weird situation and I’m worried my dick is going to have performance anxiety. I mean, shit, is this guy going to sit in the adjoining room in his lab coat while I get down to business?
It’s for Ashlin, I remind myself.
“No.” He smiles gently. “But the sooner, the better. There are other men with appointments today.”
I grimace. “Got it.”
Other poor guys have to wank off in this dark little hole after me.
“See you soon.” Dr. Wood shows himself to the door, then pauses. “I’ll be in my office. Ring the buzzer on the desk in the other room when you finish.”
“Sure.” Whatever the hell gets him out of here.
The door clicks shut, and I immediately lock it. I don’t need anyone interrupting what’s bound to be one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life.
Going to the TV, I scan the DVD titles, but honestly, I can’t handle the thought of watching porn when that’s exactly what Dr. Woods probably expects me to be doing. It’s just too strange. Picking up a magazine, I try not to wonder whether people ever miss the sample jar. I flip through the pages until I find a woman I like the look of. Petite. Brunette. Small tits, slim hips.
Seth Junior doesn’t stir. Sighing, I scrape a hand over my jaw. I’m not sitting on the sofa—no fucking way—so I unzip my jeans, slide them down, and cup my balls. Still nothing. Honestly, I was harder than this the moment Ashlin entered my condo the other night, and I wasn’t even touching her.
Ashlin.
My blood heats at the thought of her. I close the magazine, place it on the table, and turn away, not wanting to see any other women. My eyes flutter shut, and I tilt my head back. Is it wrong to get off to memories of Ashlin? Most people would probably say yes, but considering I’m doing this for her, I think I can let it slide just one time. I allow a vision to form in my mind of Ashlin on our wedding night. In my mind, I peel lace down her shoulders and let it pool on the floor. My dick hardens, Seth Junior finally engaged, and I slip my hand inside my underwear and give it a slow tug.
I groan.Shit.I forgot how quickly she gets under my skin, even when she’s not really here. My imaginary Ashlin turns to me, almost shyly, even though I’ve seen her body a thousand times before. Her nipples peak beneath the translucent white silk of her bra, and I lower my mouth to suck through the fabric. She arches into me, and moans. My fingers tremble as I try to rid her of the bra without breaking it, and she urges me on with breathless whimpers. I rip it from her body, and she shudders.
“Yes, Seth,” she murmurs. “Yes.”
My hand moves faster on my dick as I think about pinning her to the bed, mauling her mouth, and then feasting on her pussy. Hearing the vows she uttered earlier in the day turned me into a beast. I’d wanted to toss her over my shoulder and beat on my chest all day when she promised to be with me always.
There’s a pang in my chest.
Always.
Turns out, “always” wasn’t as long as I expected.
I shove the thought to the back of my mind and imagine Ashlin’s thighs trembling as I make her come with my fingers and tongue, then how she grips me as I slide inside her and thrust over and over again. She screams my name, and release claims me. I barely remember to aim into the sample container. My thighs shudder and I gasp her name as I ruthlessly milk my cock, squeezing out every drop I can.
I put a hand on the wall to steady myself, still breathing heavily. Fuck, it’s been ages since I allowed myself to indulge in a fantasy about my ex-wife. Usually I feel so guilty afterward that it doesn’t seem worth it, but this time, I have nothing to feel ashamed of. I did my best to provide the biggest, strongest sample the doctor’s ever seen.
Taking a deep breath, I straighten, then grab one of the tissues in a box on the table—trying not to think of all the other men who’ve done the same—and clean myself off. That done, I screw the lid on the container, find a pen, and scrawl my name and the date on the label. Then I eye my sample, oddly proud. They’ve got plenty to work with, that’s for sure.
I wipe the container with a tissue and head into the room next door, where I hit the buzzer to summon Dr. Wood. When he comes, I pass over the sample and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. Making chitchat when I’ve just gotten myself off doesn’t rank high on the list of things I ever want to do again.
But for Ashlin, I’d endure it.
Ashlin
Everything inside me tenses when my ring tone sounds and Seth’s name flashes across the screen. I’ve been waiting to hear from him following his appointment for three days, and the fact he’s calling means he’s probably got the results. But is it good news or bad?
