Page 77 of The Love We Deny
I know he’s up to something. He’s wearing that smirk. But what else can I do? I gesture for him to follow me. “Alright then… Come on back.”
He follows me down the hall into exam room one.
“Okay,” I say, leaning against the counter, crossing my arms. He’s fine. I know this for a fact, considering I saw him yesterday and we texted this morning. “What’s wrong?”
He’s sitting on the exam table, his hands braced behind him. “Well,” he says. “Here’s the thing.” I wait for whatever this is, but I have a feeling it isn’t good. “I’ve been seeing somebody.” He says seriously, like he’s not talking about me. “Been on a few dates now.”
I put the pen in my hand on the counter while he continues. “Problem is, he won’t let me touch him. I’m sure you can imagine how that leaves a guy.”
“Will—”
“I’ve been so pent up.” He looks down at his lap and back up with a long-suffering sigh. “Been hard all morning. Can’t seem to get it to go down no matter what I do.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“I’m in a lot of distress. So, I figured who better to see than you?”
“This isn’t a medical issue.”
“Are you really gonna turn me away when I’m in pain?”
“Victoria will be back soon. She’ll know.” I turn my back to him because I can’t be trusted looking at that face, and I am not doing whatever he wants me to right now. It’s one thing after hours, but this—
It crosses a line.
“Victoria already knows,” he says casually.
I turn back around. “What do you mean, she knows?”
He shrugs. “You should pay her more. She’s been very supportive. Said she’d take anextra longlunch break.”
I groan, rubbing my hand over my face. How did she find out? Did he tell her, or did she see me watching him and figure it out herself? Either way, it’s not good.
“So, what do you say, Doc? You gonna help me out or what?”
I don’t know what comes over me.
Maybe it’s the fact that we’ve been on three dates and holding out is starting to become as much torture to me as it is to him. Maybe it’s that I ended things with Karen and I’m feeling lighter than I have in a while.
Or maybe it’s Will sitting on my exam table and the erection I can see poking at his jeans.
Whatever it is, I intend to say no, but I find myself pulling on a fresh pair of gloves instead.
His eyes drop to my hands. “Oh, shit.”
“Alright,” I say, committing to the bit. “Let’s take a look, Mr. Davis.” He opens his mouth and doesn’t say anything. That’s a first. “I’m going to need you to remove your pants, please.”
“Mr. Davis,” I repeat when he doesn’t move, staring at me with wide eyes.
He unzips his pants with clumsy fingers, shoving them down and kicking them into the room, his hard cock bouncing out. It takes everything for me to stay in character. “Go ahead and lie back.”
He lies back on the exam table, the paper crinkling under him. He’s staring at the ceiling, stone-faced like he’s trying to keep it together as much as I am. Seeing him like this, in the light, his cock flushed and desperate.
I take my time, avoiding touching him, when that’s all I want to do.
“I see the issue,” I say, looking up at him over the top of my glasses. “How long has it been since your last orgasm?”
He squirms, clenching his fists at his side to keep still. “I don’t know. Yesterday?”
