Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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Quick gritted his teeth and released a low growl of exasperation. He ran his hand over his hair in frustration. It can’t be possible. Are men harder to please then women? No way. Not possible. “Cayson, please sit back down.”
Cayson walked the short distance from his desk to cross his office, pulling the door open and waiting for Quick to get up.
“Fuck. Now what did I do?” Quick complained tiredly.
“I’m done being fucked with.” Cayson dropped a heavy palm on his creased forehead like he was fending off a migraine. “Don’t you eventually get tired of screwing with people’s feelings?”
“Hey!” Quick barked, standing to his full six-foot-three, aggressively demanding the doc’s attention. “I’ve never screwed with anyone’s feelings a day in my life.”
Quick walked over to Cayson and softly closed the door. He wished he had even an ounce of his son’s swagger, but unfortunately, he didn’t. Vaughan must’ve gotten his moves from his mother, because Quick didn’t have a clue. He’d never got a chance to perfect pickup lines to get a date before he became the groom in a shotgun wedding. Then life happened. We all know the story.
Careful not to push, he very gently cupped Cayson’s chin in his palm and lifted until those pretty blue eyes were on him. To his surprise, the doctor didn’t fight him. Damn. Has he always been so handsome? He had to; otherwise, Quick wouldn’t lose his shit every time the doc was around. “You don’t call me Quick. I’m pretty sure you hate that name. You can call me Rome or Roman.”
Cayson stood stock still while Quick touched him. “Why are you doing this, Rome?”
That name sounded much better to him, but the hurt in Cayson’s eyes was more than he could handle. Quick had several inches over the doc, but he loved his height advantage. Couldn’t wait for Cayson to put his chin on his chest and stare up at him. “Will you give me one chance? I’m trying to ask you on a date, but for some reason I keep screwing it up.”
“A date.” Cayson blinked owlishly.
“Yeah, a date.” Quick tried not to sound like he was begging, but if it was good enough for the Temptations, then he could do it. He would do it. “Please, Cays. One more chance.”
“And you’re not fuckin’ with me?” Cayson swallowed hard and Quick’s hand slid down to that bobbing Adam’s apple. He wanted to apply a little pressure but refrained… for now. The sharp intake of breath could hardly be missed and Quick felt a small surge of victory. He definitely still had an effect on the lonely doctor.
Quick’s dick was so hard and confined behind his closed zipper he knew he’d have track marks on his shaft, even through his briefs. He had to be a gentleman. Dry-humping Cayson wouldn’t help anything, or redeem his reputation in the man’s eyes. What term did Vaughan always use… oh, yeah… a classic man. Quick eased back, giving the doctor a little breathing room. His large frame could be intimidating. That’s not what he wanted the doctor to feel. “Is that a yes?” he asked.
“I… I’ll think about it, okay. But I have to get down to the ER and help out. Night shift is the worst.”
“What time do you get off?” Quick was getting concerned. Cayson looked exhausted. His usually smooth ivory skin was paler than normal, and he had dark smudges under his naturally vibrant blue eyes. He’d hoped he’d caught Cayson at the end of his day and he’d be able to drive the doctor home, but that didn’t look like it was gonna happen.
“Not until the morning shift comes back. At seven.”
“Seven!” Quick fumed, glancing a look at his sports watch. “That’s fifteen hours from now!”
Cayson dipped his head to hide his smile. “You add fast, Rome.”
“I’m not joking. Why are you beating your body into the ground like this?”
“You should talk.”
“Are we arguing again?”
Cayson slumped against the hard door. “No. I’m just… just—”
“Exhausted. Drained. Tired. Is that what you were going to say?” Quick filled in.
“If that’s concern I hear, save it. I’m fine.”
“Will you trust me for just a few minutes?” Quick was asking, but he’d already clasped the doctor’s hand and led him to the loveseat against the wall next to a large ten-shelf bookcase.
“I suppose.” Cayson complied warily, but Quick had the feeling he didn’t have energy to do much else.
Cayson
Cayson sighed loudly before clamping his lips shut. Quick was giving him a shoulder and neck rub to rival the best physical therapist in the hospital. He sat with his back against the arm of the loveseat, Quick standing over him, kneading the knots and tension that had built up over the last few… years. His hands were so big and strong. Large enough to handle him. He was trying so hard not to think sexual thoughts. He named every bone in the leg before moving to the foot. Popping an erection could earn him some attention he didn’t need.