Mark’s lips part in an O shape, all his breath leaving him speechless, as I suck the taut crown into my mouth. I hum in appreciation and pleasure, as if I’ve been gone far too long and this is what home feels like.
Suddenly, he stiffens and retrains my wrists, catching me by the chin as his dick slides from my mouth.
“No...no, no, no, no...what the hell am I doing?”
The unequivocal tone of his voice, coupled with his swift movement to pull away from me, dumps me down on my ass as he jumps up off the chair. Mark stands looking torn and confused, his fingers tugging at his hair.
“What’s the matter?”
He drops his hand to his fly, stashing his dick away and buttoning up, as he begins pacing back and forth. I push myself to standing position, utterly shocked by this turn of events. I don’t know what I did to get him so freaked out. One moment I have him groaning under my ministrations, his dick slick with my saliva, and the next I’m left mouth agape.
Mark stops his pacing and like a predator, stalks toward me, backing me up until I hit the wall, the corner of one of his framed diploma plaques poking me in my head.
“Look at us,” he gestures with one hand, the other pressed against the wall at my head, caging me in. “This isn’t going to help matters. It’s exactly why the hospital discourages relationships and dating in the workplace, so that someone in my position can’t coerce a subordinate to get down on their knees. Goddammit, Eli, I follow the rules. If I’m going to let this happen and we try to make a real go of it – I won’t do it in secret.Youwon’t be my secret, sneaking into my office under the guise of a meeting to suck me off. No. Not going to happen.”
I blanche, trying to keep up with his stream of consciousness. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? Maybe I hear only what I want to hear, but it sounds like he’s come to a decision about us. About himself.
The thrill that bubbles up from my belly lifts and curls through my blood, vibrating through my body.
My voice is thin and croaky. “What are you saying, exactly? Spell this out for me, doc.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and rejoice as Mark leans in, his soft tousled hair brushing against my face as he whispers in my ear.
“I’m saying I want you to be mine. Not just in private. I want everyone to know that you’re mine, Elijah Morrell.”
My body sags against the wall, his arm encircling behind my back to lift me to meet him, accepting my weight against his chest.
And then, as if he’s worried, he begins to backpedal, jerking his head back to look at me.
“Wait, is that okay with you? I don’t want to make any hasty assumptions.”
Oh, my Lord this man is adorable when he’s nervous and flustered. His face turns a little blotchy red, the tips of his ears glowing hot with embarrassment.
Straightening to my full height, I wrap my arms behind his back and flip us around, asserting myself again as the dominant alpha and take control. I lean so he can feel my hard length against his thigh and place a kiss on his lips, long and leisurely.
When I pull back, his lips are wet and swollen and his eyes glazed over.
“I’ve been yours from the moment I met you, doc. Yours and yours alone.”
