She palms my cock, and the smile she gives me nearly knocks me to my knees.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to make an appointment.”
I step closer. “Do you make house calls?”
Her eyebrow lifts. “Not usually. No.”
I sigh dramatically. “That’s disappointing.”
“However …”
“Yeah?”
“If somebody asked really nicely …”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip, and her eyes track the movement.
“Really nicely, huh?” I slide a hand along her jaw. “I can do nice.”
The tension between us stretches tight enough to snap.
So, I kiss her. Slow. Unhurried. Like I’ve got all the time in the world. It’s the first time I’ve kissed her in the light of day.
She releases her grip on my manhood, and her fingers glide into my hair. The kiss deepens for one moment before we finally pull apart. My forehead rests against hers.
“House call?” I murmur.
“Tonight,” she whispers against my lips.
I steal one more quick kiss, and she lets out the softest breath.
“Tonight.”
The front door opens, and we freeze.
A familiar male voice echoes from the reception area. “Jovie? I brought doughnuts from Ryse & Shine.”
Dr. Seth.
Perfect fucking timing.
Jovie tries not to laugh as I adjust myself.
She smooths her hair, and we both attempt to look casual.
I step around the folding screen first.
Seth is standing behind his desk with a powdered doughnut between his lips.
His gaze bounces from me to the screen.
“Axle,” he says, “everything okay?”
“Afternoon, Dr. Stoke.” I flash my biggest grin. “Absolutely.” I hook a thumb toward the screen. “Jovie’s one hell of an assistant.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yes, sir. Fixed my injured roper right up.”
