Page 74 of Peep

“Ah, you’d be surprised. Many young men come into A&E because they accidentally get something stuck up there. We should definitely check.”

I huff in annoyance. Clearly, he wants to play games. Or maybe he’s trying to make me calm down. I have no idea, but Istart removing my clothes until I’m naked from the waist down, feeling fucking ridiculous in only my work shirt.

“So, why did they arrest Leo? I don’t understand.”

Jahmar plonks down on a wheely stool and rolls to the end of the bed.

“Scoot down for me and spread your legs, please.”

My whole body buzzes with anticipation. This is not a position I’m used to being in with Jahmar. Nothing apart from my own finger has ever been up my arse.

I move down the bed, keeping my legs clamped shut.

“Answer the fucking question, Jay.”

“Will you keep it down?” Jahmar shoots me a warning look, which takes me by surprise. I am being a bit erratic.

He leaves our cubicle to check that no one’s hanging outside before dropping back onto the stool. His hands come to my knees, rubbing them soothingly before he pulls them apart, exposing me.

“When the guy came in about his surprise orchiectomy, they ran some tests. His blood work showed he’d been given a mix of Ketamine and Propofol. Ket you can get on the street, but Propofol is a hospital-administered drug, so it’s harder to find. With the seamless job I did stitching him up and the drugs in his system, the police figured it was done by someone with surgical training.”

“How did they associate it with Leo and this hospital?”

“I can only assume the detective looked into hospitals in the local area to see if any Propofol had been taken and not accounted for.”

“Fuck, Jay. This is bad. What if it comes back to you, back to us?”

“Yep, it’s not ideal. We need to keep our cool. Chances are they’ll look into Leo and find nothing. I feel bad for dragging himinto this, but I’m pretty sure he was at a wedding that night, so he’ll have an alibi.”

“And what if they start looking into you,” I accidentally raise my voice again. “Shit, sorry.”

Jahmar squirts something onto his gloved finger and pushes my leg further apart with his other hand.

“Relax for me, please.”

My face is on fire. This is fucking madness, but the way ‘relax’ rolled off his tongue has me unclenching my hole and curious about having it filled by him.

I blow out a breath and look him in the eye.

“Ready?”

I nod, unable to form words. Less than an hour ago, I was at work eating a hell of a top, or whatever fucking cake and now my boyfriend is about to shove his fingers up my arse at his place of work. I have fucking whiplash from this relationship.

Jahmar uses two fingers to swirl around my rim, and I squirm as the cold gloves and liquid wake up the sensitive nerve endings. He adds more pressure, and I bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan.

“That’s it, Mr Erikson, open up for me.”

“Oh god,” I murmur, slamming an arm over my eyes. This is hands down the most humiliating-slash-hot moment of my life.

Jahmar drags his fingers up and down my crack, always returning to my hole and adding more force each time until the tip of his middle finger slips in. I hiss at the heady mix of pain and pleasure.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

I clamp my eyes shut, managing only a nod.

He wiggles it around, searching for that sensitive spot. When he brushes over it, I almost scream with pleasure. I bite down on my arm and whimper.

“It seems like whatever you got stuck up there is really deep. I’m going to have to use two fingers.”

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