Page 79 of Dr. Bad Boy

“Yeah. It’s the typical two-day visit, arrive on Christmas Eve, leave on Boxing Day, and nothing but small talk in between.”

He laughs. “Sounds awful.”

“It’s fine. But yeah, that’s all it is. Fine. We love each other, but my life went in a different direction than they wanted it to and since it’s my life and not theirs, I don’t understand why they care. I’m so much happier now, you know? So…” I blow a raspberry. “Ottawa was a good choice in that regard. Far enough away to give me space, close enough that traveling home can just be a forty-eight hour return trip. How about you? Do you miss Vancouver?”

He considers the question carefully. “Sometimes. I wasn’t born there or anything, so it’s not as in-my-blood as it is for Gavin. But it’s where I grew into my own person, for sure. And it’ll always feel like my hometown. But I like Ottawa a lot, and I can see myself staying there just as well as anywhere.”

“Where were you born?”

“Alberta.” There’s something about the way he says it that discourages me from asking more. Like that’s not a happy memory, and I don’t feel like I have the right to pry.

“A province I’ve never been to,” I say lightly. “Although I’d love to visit Banff.”

“Our next secret gateway?”

“Well, that’s kind of extravagant…” I murmur, but my heart is already leaping at the idea of Max and me in a ski chalet…not skiing.

He just raises his eyebrows. “And your complaint is?”

“No complaint.” I grin and he pulls me around the circular booth until I’m nestled right into his side. “Drink your beer and watch some hockey, Doctor.”

He kisses my forehead and then does just that.

We polish off the food, and our drinks. I excuse myself to visit the ladies’ room before we head back outside, and as I pass the bar I hear two guys complaining about how there are only expensive tickets left for tonight's game. How they’d rather spend that money on beer and food and watch the game on the televisions here at the bar. And while I feel for them, that gives me an idea. If there are tickets available, maybe I don't care how much they cost.

When I return to our table, I lace my fingers through Max’s and give him a trust-me kind of look. “Do you have anything specific planned for tonight?”

He shakes his head. “No. Why?”

“Can I do something?”

He laughs. “Sure.”

“Then let’s head back to the hotel.”

Once we’re there, I use my phone to buy two tickets right behind the Leafs’ net. And after I surprise Max with them via email, I sink to my knees and give him a special awesome getaway blow job.

He’s not the only one who can be extraordinary.

27

Max

It’s Friday night again. I should be at home, turning Violet’s ass red. Working a plug into her tight little ass and making her squirm with promises of fitting my cock there later.

Instead I’m at work, because I’m on call. I knew this would happen, and so did she. We decided earlier this week to not plan a date this weekend. I’m going to hockey tomorrow and Sunday, because the team is pretty sure I’ve fallen off the face of the planet, and she’s going to catch up on some billable hours.

If I don’t have any disasters come up at work, I’ll see if she wants an orgasm or two mid-afternoon.

But damn it, I miss her.

Fucking hell.

For the first time in my life, a woman has rated higher than work, and I don’t even feel bad about that.

But work is louder than my fantasies.

The resident on call tonight is young and new and nervous. And there’s a C-difficile infection running through the ward, so the nursing staff is stretched thin with quarantine and one-on-one nursing requirements for some patients. So when a patient comes back from chemo, a little guy named Gage, and he needs a new IV inserted, I do it and I let the resident watch.

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