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“Fenn,” I whimpered, reaching one hand back to the table and one hand forward to Fenn’s jaw.

Fenn’s blue eyes went cloudy with lust, and I watched him stroke himself with one hand while the other held the base of my erection as he sucked me.

I stroked a finger over his cheek, loving the way his stubble felt against my skin. I couldfeel myselfin his mouth, and an overwhelming wave of arousal had me punching my hips forward, something I’d never let myself do during oral sex before. I’d always sort of felt absurdly grateful that someone was doing this for me, and I’d never wanted to be rude or presumptuous. I’d never before felt like doing something formewas doing something for someoneelse. But Fenn moaned and pulled at my hip, encouraging me to thrust into his mouth again and again.

“Christ, Fenn.” I cradled his head in both hands, never breaking eye contact as I moved against him. “Fuck,baby.”

The word slipped out, startling both of us, but the look in his eyes said helikedit. His hand clenched around my hip hard enough to bruise, and it felt like he was saying it back.

That was it for me. My release took me by surprise, rushing over me like a tidal wave, and I clung to Fenn for support as he swallowed me down.

Then, before I could even process what was happening, I was bent backward over the table and he was standing over me, jerking himself while his hand ran possessively up and down my flank.

“Yeah,” he breathed, and then he came all over my stomach.

Well, hotdamn.

I blinked up at him, utterly stupefied. “That was…”

“I know.”

“I never…”

“Me neither.”

I surged up and kissed him, and he laughed.

A little while later, we were cleaned up and sitting on the sofa eating Lety’s lucky soup. She’d packed uptwocontainers and wrapped them both in foil to keep warm.

“Do you think she’s psychic?” I demanded, leaning back against the arm of the chair and nudging Fenn’s leg with my foot. I was so relaxed, I couldn’t bring myself to obsess over how weird it was that I was so relaxed.

Fenn grabbed my foot and trapped it under his thigh before going back to his soup. “No such thing. She’s just very observant and very nosy. And very kind.”

“Hmmm.”

“Come on, Mason, you’re a doctor. You know better. No such thing as mystical woo-woo.”

I shrugged. “I know enough to know there are things we can’t explain.”

“What, like Beale’s auras and crystals? Nope. I believe what I can see with my own two eyes.” He slid his hand up my thigh, and my breath hitched. “For example, I can see that…”

“Mason?” a high-pitched voice called before there was a tentative knock on the door. “Doc Mason?”

Fuck. “Gloria!” I stared at Fenn in horror. “I forgot she was coming by this afternoon.”

“Did you lock the door?” Fenn demanded.

“I… don’t…”

Fenn jumped up and vaulted over me, reaching over to flip the lock just before someone tried the door handle.

“Be right there, Gloria!” I called. “Just finishing up with a patient!”

Fenn dropped his chin to his chest and laughed silently.

“Getdressed!” I hissed, barely able to keep from laughing, though this was, by far, the least professional moment of my entire life.

Turned out, having your clothes strewn around the room made it difficult to dress quickly, and somehow when we were nearly done, I found myself holding Fenn’s disgusting shirt in my hand and watching him pull my size-too-small-shirt down over his abs.