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I pray with everything in me that my cock behaves itself.

I spend the next two hours tediously going through spreadsheets, pie charts, reimbursement schedules, and patient waitlists, until finally, Dan calls for a fifteen-minute break.

Cain storms out of the room immediately.

I’m on my way to the vending machine when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Cain

My office. Now.

Unsure if he’s worked up from the meeting or ‘worked up from the meeting’, I make my way to the bottom floor of the hospital where his clinic is located. I only have time to knock once before he rips the door open, pulls me inside, and locks us in, his mouth on mine immediately as he pushes my suit jacket off my shoulders.

“Cain,” I mumble into his mouth, but he just keeps going. “Cain,” I say again with enough force to make him take a breath.

“What?”

I blink twice.

“What do you mean, ‘what’? We’re in the middle of a business meeting! You can’t just get me hard and send me back out there,” I say, waving my hand toward the door.

“Trust me, I wasn’t going to leave you that way,” he replies, dropping to his knees as he works the thin belt at my waist.

I can count on one hand the number of times Cain has sucked my dick, and I certainly didn’t expect to add another tally today.

By the time he gets my pants and boxer briefs to my knees, I’m already hard and aching for him despite coming with him this morning.

A second later, Cain is bobbing on my shaft, one hand tugging on my balls, the other matching the rhythm of his hand along my cock.

The sight of him, in his scrubs, in his office, with all his accolades and framed degrees on the walls, on his knees—for me—has me digging my fingers in his hair, ready to come in record time.

Sensing that I’m about to come, he pops off my dick, and I almost protest loudly, until he stands and pulls the drawstring on his scrub pants, yanking them down. I’m instantly appeased when his cock brushes against mine. He swirls his head around my tip, jacking us together once, and I’m a goner.

I blow my load all over his cock.

Cain begins rubbing vigorously, using my cum as lube, squeezing our dicks together. I’m sensitive, almost to the point of pain, but I don’t even care because he grips the back of my neck, bringing our foreheads together as he continues to stroke us both.

It’s the most intimate he’s ever been during sex, even though neither of us is naked, we’re in the middle of his office, and he’s not inside me in any way.

Chapter 25

Cain

Icould lie to myself and say I don’t know what came over me, but what’s the point? Hearing Patrick stand up for me, while putting Dan in his place, and wearing this suit, really got me going. I’m used to being the one with all the power in a room, but Patrick commanded the room in a way I’ve never seen before.

Erections aren’t easy to conceal in scrubs, so I knew something had to be done immediately.

Covered in cum from both of us, I reach for the box of tissues on the edge of my desk and hand a few to Patrick as well.

“We smell like sex,” he points out, trying to fight his smile.

“Let’s hope it makes Dan uncomfortable enough that he gives me what I want and ends the meeting early.”

“Do you have clinic hours after this?” Patrick asks, tossing his tissues into my trashcan and readjusting his clothes.

“Yes, but why don’t you check out of your hotel and go back to my place? I’ll text you the code to the garage, and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

Patrick stops moving and stares at me with wide eyes.