Page 52 of The Chemist

“Still obsessed with my dick, I see.”

“Just making conversation. Plus, you still owe me a blow job.” Zero gave a wink, then stood.

Stalking toward Diesel, Zero made no attempt to cover his junk as it flopped around with each step he took.

Before Diesel knew it, Zero had crossed the room and was standing just inches from his chest.

“Is that why you came into my room? To see if I was ready for that BJ?”

“I came in because it sounded like a pig was squealing, and I wanted to make sure that no farm animals were being harmed.”

“I like to save my squealing for when I’m being pounded hard from behind.”

The wicked smirk on the man’s face left no doubt in Diesel’s mind that Zero loved to take it rough from behind.

Behind his zipper, Diesel felt his cock begin to stir.

“Hmm, looks like someone likes the sound of that,” Zero said, lowering his gaze to where Diesel’s cock was silently betraying him.

His jeans were jutting out, barely able to contain the boner that was raging behind the material. One of the downsides to having a big dick—when you got hard, everyone noticed.

“I don’t do repeat hookups. You had your taste of the Diesel dick. Now it’s time for you to move on.”

Smirking, Zero took a step back before reaching for a pair of shorts. “Yeah, but you haven’t tasted theZ dickyet. That’s one piece of meat that’ll keep you coming back for more.”

“Sure, buddy,” Diesel said with a chuckle. He turned and left the room, this time not stopping until he was safely inside his bedroom.

20

ZERO

“Watch where you step,” Zero whispered over his shoulder.

“What? Ouch!” a painful voice behind him hissed.

It was just after one a.m. The office was dark, and the street was empty except for the late-night streetwalker or junkie looking to score. Most manner of civilization had retired for the evening, as was the acceptable mode of behavior for a Wednesday night.

“Exactly.”

“You’re a dick,” Jared called from behind.

“So I’ve been told,” Zero said with a slight chuckle.

Reaching into the bag slung across his chest, Zero pulled out another flashlight and passed it over to his companion.

“Here, use this,” he noted, taking stock of the fact that Jared was standing straight and walking normal. Other than his pride, nothing else seemed to be bruised or injured.

“What are we looking for again?”

“Anything that might explain what the doc is doing to his victims. We need dates, times, locations. Any information thatmight explain what he is doing and how he’s been getting away with it,” Zero explained.

They still had nothing on this case, and it was getting to the point where even he was wondering if the man was innocent. They couldn’t keep wasting time and resources on someone who was innocent.

“Wow, sounds like a lot.” Jared pulled open a set of filing cabinets and began rummaging through some files. “Wow, who uses a filing cabinet anymore? How old is this guy? Seventy-five?”

Zero could sense the sarcasm dripping from Jared’s words.

Ignoring the man’s comment, he began looking behind pictures, feeling under surfaces, even tapping on walls, hoping to find a hidden door or entrance to an evil secret lair. Something. Anything.

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