Page 23 of Silver Fox in Cedarwood

“This way.” Isaac pointed to a door at the back of the office. “It’s my private exit.” He lingered another moment. “You made my day.”

“I’ll try to make your night too.” He’d been suggestive and loved every second of it.

“Naughty.” Isaac opened the door but didn’t kiss him. “I’m late and I need to behave when the staff can see me. Until later.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Len strolled out of the office. He could’ve been walking on air, he felt so free. He had a date with a hot guy. Not a pity date or something last-resort. An honest-to-God date. Dorian wasn’t an issue and Isaac was interested. How lucky could one guy be?

Chapter Six

After a quick trip home at lunch to let Stan out, Isaac returned to the clinic and managed to get through the remainder of his day, but his thoughts never traveled far from Len. He hadn’t seen the surprise visit coming. If he had, then it wouldn’t have been a shock, but still. Len was Dr. Gates’ patient and could be at the practice. Still, he wondered what had changed Len’s mind. Did the reason really matter?No.

He drove home at ten minutes to eight. As soon as Isaac walked through the door to his condo, Stan darted across the living room. Ollie licked his paws on the back of the sofa.

“Hiya, guy. I wasn’t gone that long, but I’m sorry I left you cooped up for the last couple hours.” He scooped up Stan and carried him through the living room to the kitchen. “We’ve got a date tonight. You’re going to visit with Cissy, and I’m going to see Len.” He placed Stan on the floor, then opened cans of dog and cat food for the pets. Ollie left the couch, strolled across the counter and sat beside his dish.

Isaac filled both bowls. “Sorry, Ollie. I’ll feed you first.” He scooted the bowl over, then put Stan’s on the floor. “Did he bother you too much today?” Like the cat would answer him. Instead, Ollie glared at him with his yellow cat stare, then resumed eating.

Isaac shrugged. He left the kitchen and made the rounds of his condo, looking for accidents. “You’ve had a good day, Stan. No messes.”

He strolled into the bedroom and stripped out of his button-down shirt. The disinfectant scent from the office seemed to cling to his skin. He loved his job and helping people, but sometimes he wished he didn’t have to smell like chemicals. The bone-deep weariness from being at work hit him hard. He finished removing his clothes and stood naked in the middle of the bathroom. When he glanced over his shoulder, Stan sat in the doorway, watching him.

“I know, I know,” he mumbled. “I need to run some more.” Isaac rolled his shoulders. He hadn’t thought about his looks much, other than that he’d hoped to be good enough for Len. Now he didn’t want to see himself in the mirror. The lines around his eyes would be deeper, he’d have forehead crinkles, and he probably could use a shave.Oh well.

He stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water. The icy spray hit him, jolting him out of his half-sleepy state. “Damn.” He opened his eyes wide and waited for the water to heat up. He’d needed that cold rush from the showerhead.

Water sluiced down him. He lathered a washcloth, then scrubbed his body. His thoughts turned to Len. He wondered what Len looked like naked. Probably chiseled and sexy, although Isaac wouldn’t know. He hadn’t peeked while Len was at the hospital. Plus, it hadn’t been a good time, being that Len was with someone and he was a patient. Sure, Len had let Aiden know he was interested in him, but hadn’t said a word about possibly dating Aiden’s father.

Christ, he was fucked in the head. Wanting a damn patient. Okay, so Len was a former patient and now said he liked Isaac. There was a whole lot of wrong in desiring a man that much. Isaac rested his head on the tile wall. He’d never done anything reckless in his life. Never drank to excess…no drugs, cheating… He even dated safe guys, ones he knew wouldn’t want commitments but wouldn’t hurt him. Now he wanted Len.

He smoothed his hands down his chest to his groin. His cock stood out from the thatch of blond curls. The soap slickened his way as he stroked himself. His insides heated and water slid down his face. He panted. Part of him swore he should stop, but the rest of him didn’t give a shit. He needed to climax to relax for the date. Plus, he wanted to envision Len there with him.

He could almost feel Len’s hands on his sides, then up to his ribs.You’re a beautiful man.

Isaac groaned. He stroked himself faster, mashing his thumb across the tip of his dick.

So hot.Len’s breath warmed Isaac’s neck.Faster.He kissed along Isaac’s pulse, then reached around and pinched Isaac’s nipples. Isaac shivered and closed his eyes. What would it feel like to kiss Len during sex? Probably fucking awesome. Dear God, he wished Len were really there. He widened his stance and braced his free hand on the wall. Each stroke nudged him closer to coming apart. His knees buckled, and the heat in his belly spread through his body. He panted and rocked into his fingers.

He closed his eyes. “I need to come,” he said out loud. His steady rhythm, in and out of his fingers, turned feral. Nothing held him back. He embraced the raw need and excitement in his veins. His throat ached, and he jerked forward into his hand. Cum splattered onto the wall and down to the floor. He leaned on his arm as the water prickled on his back. Although his legs wobbled, he managed to curl into a sitting position. His breathing turned steady and he opened his eyes. Now he could face Len. He sighed.

Isaac stood, then rinsed off. He breathed in the scent of his shampoo and washed his hair. Before, he’d dreaded meeting up with Len because he’d thought Len might change his mind. But playing with himself energized him, and he lost his concerns. He couldn’t wait to get there and give whatever they were building a chance. He washed the suds from his hair and rinsed again.

Once he toweled off and righted the bathroom, he stood in front of his closet.Shit.What was he supposed to wear? He selected a pair of jeans and boxer briefs. Something Len had said came to mind. He was making mocktails. What a gentleman…thinking about them both having to get up in the morning and not needing a fuzzy head. Isaac loved a courteous man. He picked out a pullover shirt. Something soft but which showed off his physique. He wanted to be perfect for Len.

Isaac checked his look in the mirror three times.Christ.He hadn’t been this nervous in forever. What was he worried about? Not looking good enough for Len, that was what. His worries and fears collided with his desire to please Len. If he talked himself out of going to Len’s, he’d never get anywhere.Fuck it.He stuffed his bare feet into his loafers, then forced himself to leave the bedroom.

“Ready, Stan?” He picked up the dog’s leash.

The rattle of the leash caught Stan’s attention. He abandoned his food bowl and danced around Isaac’s ankles. His claws scraped the tile floor in the kitchen. Isaac clicked the leash onto the ring on Stan’s collar.

“We’ll do a pit stop in the front yard. Then we’re off to see Cissy.” He led the dog out of the front door. After a few moments, Stan held up his end of the deal. Isaac locked the condo, then opened the car door for Stan. “Cissy will love seeing you.”

Isaac made the short trek over to Delaney Drive. His heart hammered the entire way. He couldn’t wait to see Len. As he pulled onto Len’s street, he remembered the neighborhood. He’d looked at houses in the area, but didn’t need more than one bedroom, and at the time hadn’t wanted the heftier price tag. The single-unit condo he’d found had been perfect.

When he parked in front of Len’s garage, he paused. Would it be terrible to live here? Giddiness slid through his brain. He was here. He hadn’t chickened out.

He turned off the engine and helped Stan out of the car. Should he have brought along a bottle of wine or something?Shit.He hated to be empty-handed.

Len opened the front door. “You made it. Hi, Stan.”

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