Page 46 of Resisting You

“Why me?” Renato whispered. “Why would you want me?”

Frey let out a ragged laugh. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Renato’s eyes widened. “You’re beautiful and maybe a little terrible, but you’re also good.”

Frey shuddered so hard it racked his body. “Don’t.”

“But I’m telling the truth. You were the man I was when I first started. You’re brave and strong in the face of a very difficult job. You make people smile. I think I was able to do that once, but I’ve forgotten how.”

Frey’s heart wrenched in his chest. This was getting too deep, too emotional. He hadn’t asked for any of this. He just wanted to suck a dick, damn it. His hand moved from Renato’s thigh, kneading over his hard cock, and Renato sucked in a breath.

“This is a bad idea,” Renato murmured.

Frey nodded, then dropped his head and ran his parted lips over Renato’s length. The fabric of his trousers was soft, and he breathed in the scent of him, his mouth watering. “Mm. The worst idea. Let me take your dick out.”

Renato shuddered, but he pulled his hand away from Frey and set his elbows on the armrests. He gave Frey a pointed look, and Frey’s own cock plumped as he used trembling fingers to find the tiny zipper in Renato’s fly. It came down almost silently, and the button popped without much effort. It took him a moment to find the slit in his boxer briefs, but it wasn’t long before Frey had Renato’s cock against the palm of his hand.

He was warm, the head just barely poking out from the foreskin, his veins throbbing. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the slit, making Renato suck in a breath. “Yes.”

Frey’s eyes closed, and he parted his lips, pulling them tight against his teeth so he could use the pressure to push Renato’s foreskin all the way down and taste him properly. It was a perfect slide, the foreskin slipping back, the head wet. The taste was heady and soft and so very much Renato in ways Frey didn’t totally understand just yet.

He groaned softly as he pulled back, sucking hard, and Renato’s hand flew to the back of his head, stopping him before he could pull off completely. “Just like that. Right there. Let me look at you.”

This wasn’t the first time Renato had said something like that, and it went right to Frey’s cock. He hadn’t realized he’d had a bit of a thing for voyeurism until Renato, but the man was awakening something in him. The way he watched, the way he praised, it might have made him feel strange and objectified, but instead, it just made him feel wanted.

Renato’s hand loosened slightly, and Frey suckled the head before dipping back down. Renato’s cock throbbed, sending beads of precome spilling onto his tongue, and he swallowed them down. Christ, it had been so long since he’d done this—since he’d tasted the salty, bitter flavor of another man. He’d missed it.

But a part of him was glad he’d never lived up to his reputation. This felt…special in ways he couldn’t quite describe. They didn’t like each other, but Renato was gentler with him than his ex had ever been.

He could almost say he felt loved, but that was absurd.

Turning his gaze up, Frey locked eyes with Renato and hummed as he dipped his head again. Renato sucked in a breath.

“Your mouth is so perfect. Your tongue is?—”

His words cut off at the sound of a sharp knock, and Frey didn’t have a chance to react when Renato grabbed him and shoved him all the way under the desk. It was barely big enough to fit his curled body, and the space got tighter when Renato pushed his legs under, bracketing Frey completely. His mouth was centimeters away from Renato’s bare, still-hard cock.

The door creaked open. “Dr. Agosti, I?—”

“What do you want?” Renato snapped.

The woman cleared her throat. “I needed to talk to you about the meeting this afternoon.”

Renato sighed. “Of course you do. I have patients waiting for me, and I can’t take ten minutes to eat my lunch without getting disturbed, but by all means…”

Frey braced himself. When Renato spoke to the residents like that, they cried. When he spoke to the nurses like that, they told him to get fucked. When he even so much as looked at the medical assistants, they ran off in the other direction.

This woman just sighed. “Pull the stick out of your ass. We’re all busy.”

Renato made a soft growl, then hissed when Frey turned his cheek and brushed against his dick. But he couldn’t stay tense for however long it took for her to finish what she had to say. He rested his cheek on Renato’s thigh, and Renato reached his hand down…stroking through Frey’s hair?

That was unexpected.

He parted his lips and laid a silent kiss to the base of Renato’s dick, and the man grunted, then shifted and cleared his throat. “Sorry. Trapped nerve in my back.”

“Want me to crack it?” the woman asked.

“No.” Renato’s command was sharp, and Frey held his breath until he was sure she wasn’t going to come around the desk. “What’s so important about the meeting that you needed to interrupt me?”

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