Page 36 of The Doctor's Truth

“Oh—well. When he was little, I asked him what he loved most in the world. And he told me, bacon. So it’s been a running joke, I guess. Instead of saying the dreaded L word—”

“Love?” Jason asks dubiously. “That word?”

“Right, that—instead of that, I tell him that he’s my bacon, and he tells me I’m his.”

“Or you could just say I love you.”

“Wouldn’t feel the same.”

“I get it,” Jason says. “It’s cute.”

I shrug. “It’s us.”

“How are you?” he asks me. He sounds like he genuinely wants to know, too.

“Freezing.”

“I can think of one way to warm you up…”

His body is close now. He leans in, and I can feel the heat of his breath on my cheek.

I shift away. “People are going to see.”

“And?”

“And…you just got a divorce. Isn’t your family all about…propriety? Appearances? It might look bad.”

“Maybe I’m tired of being good.” He puts a finger underneath my chin, tilts my head up, and closes his mouth over mine. It’s hard not to melt against his lips.

But I break away. I put my hand on his chest, forcing distance between us.

“Jason…look. The other night was fun. Really…amazing. I needed that. But.”

“But,” he repeats.

“But…I have a lot on my plate now. With everything that’s going on with Otto…I don’t really have room for another man in my life.”

“I respect that. So what about an arrangement?”

I squint at him. “What kind of arrangement?”

He shrugs. “I just think about those poor vibrators you have at home. All those batteries you must run through.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Wow. Call PETA.”

“I was thinking…how about the next time you want to cum, you buzz me instead?”

My eyebrows nearly fly off my forehead. The way he says it…so casually. Like he’s offering to carry my groceries for me. “Oh yeah?”

Those ice-blue eyes meet mine, and he doesn’t drop eye contact. “Any time of day. You need me, I’ll be there. And I’ll make your thighs shake.”

I bite my bottom lip. “I think I might need…a test drive…”

He glances around, and then he slips his hand into mine. He tugs me off the railing. “Follow me.”

“I have to stay here, Otto—”

“Is with Grandma.” He steadily pulls me forward. “We won’t be gone long. I promise.”

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