Page 71 of Private Exhibit
He could almost still feel Andy inside him.
Devon shoved a hand between his legs and clamped the other one over his mouth, stifling his moans as his body raced toward orgasm.
The explosion wasn't at all what he'd imagined. Instead of crashing off the highest peak of a mountain, it was more like a gentle tumble down a hill.Damn it. Devon bit off a groan. It was still relief, but it wasn't the same.
Nothing would ever be the same anymore.
He cleaned himself up, dried off, and went to his room to pull on his pajamas, making sure to put on a diaper, just incase. Squirming with discomfort, Devon shut off the lights and climbed into bed.
Within moments, the diaper became the least of his worries.
Devon cursed, feeling a burning sensation spreading on his lower back. He shifted, trying to reach under his shirt to touch his skin, then winced as his clothes, the bed, and his own hand made the burning feel even worse. Devon sucked in a breath through his teeth and tried to turn over, hoping to take some of the pressure off.
Both legs gave out at once.
Devon gasped out a curse. He twisted over and reached out, trying to grab the edge of the mattress and use it as leverage to force his body onto one side. His legs weren't positioned the way he wanted them, but when he propped himself up on one elbow and reached out with the other arm, trying to physically drag each leg to a better spot, his pajamas got all twisted up against the sheets. No matter how much Devon reached and pulled and struggled, nothing would lie right.
And even without the pressure directly on his skin, the burning sensation didn't stop.
Devon collapsed, breathing heavily. He thought about yelling for Oliver, or even sending him a text that he needed help, but Oliver had enough on his mind without having to deal with Devon's problems, too.
Besides, other than straightening out the sheets for him, there was nothing Oliver could really do. The burning was an internal problem. It wouldn't stop until the attack came to an end.
Devon lay awake for hours, unable to sleep while the attack went on. By the time it finally stopped, Devon was so tired, he was nearly in tears.
When his alarm sounded the next morning, it felt far too soon. Devon reached out with a groan to silence it, then took a moment to take stock of his body.
No burning. No itching. No pain. And as he tested and flexed his muscles, starting with his shoulders and working his way down to his feet, there were no motor issues, either.
But it wouldn't last. It never did.
Devon pushed back the covers and dragged himself out of bed. He slogged through getting ready for work. Not even two cups of coffee were enough to make him feel fully awake after being up so late.Ugh. This day was going to be hard.
Damn it. He wanted Andy. Wanted the man's arms around him. Wanted to hear Andy tell him that everything was going to be alright.
Devon tried to saygoodbyeto Oliver, but the boy was still holed up in his room. He headed off to work, telling himself that he was going to get Dannika's file before he did anything else.
Well, except more coffee. He needed to give Dannika's case the proper focus. Then still be able to get down to business and do his job.
Devon reached the hospital and ducked into the elevator, skirting away from other people, wincing at their noise. He rode down to the basement level, heaving a sigh of relief when the cold, stark, empty space greeted him. Devon let himself into the office and paused.
The lights were all off, and there was no sign of Andy.
Devon peeked into the morgue next. It was the same in there. No signs of life. Not even a sign of death. The room was empty.
He backed out of the morgue and hesitated, standing there in the dark office.Damn it. Where the hells was Andy? Devon squirmed. He desperately needed a hug.Hells. Even just a glimpse of the man would be enough.
Devon turned away and made a pot of coffee, needing to get that off his mind, then sat down as he waited for it to brew. He switched on the desk, and the surface lit up with the login screen, showing his and Andy's profiles. Devon was about to put down his hand to scan in when he noticed Andy's profile showed logged into the system, but on a different terminal.
He quickly logged in himself, then accessed the server to track where Andy was. Maybe the man was at home and had remote access? Maybe Andy had taken a tablet home with him? But when Devon traced the source, he found Andy was signed into a terminal in Suite 301.
His old office.
Devon jumped up and ran down the hall to the elevator. He went to the third floor, wincing when the doors opened and a wide hallway greeted him, various people bustling about the space, going from one room to another. Devon scurried between them and found the office he needed.
He tested the door and found it unlocked. Devon slowly eased it open, peeking into the huge office, and gasped.
Files were stacked up and spread out everywhere, even worse than it had been in the morgue. Two huge tables were completely covered, and there were even some files on the floor. Devon had to carefully pick his way around them as he crept through the space. The lights were all off and the windows were covered, but the desk shone with a faint, blue glow, showing it was on but idle.
