Page 15 of Quinton's Quest

“Hopefully. I don’t know how traumatized the girl was. Some kids bounce back from shit like that and some have lingering effects. Say a prayer that she bounces back, because Sheila doesn’t need any more shit going on in her life right now.”

“Or ever, it sounds like.”

“Right?” I glared. “Maybe take the time to, I don’t know, consider your actions?”

He pursed his lips. “Patients die when nurses make mistakes.” He removed his glasses, put them on his desk, and rubbed his eyes again.

“Patients die when doctors make mistakes. Seems to me that’s a two-way street. Unless, of course, you never make a mistake.”

Dr. Leopold Rodgers appeared thunderstruck. With his wide eyes and open mouth, he also looked like a landed fish. “I…I don’t make mistakes.”

I couldn’t have heard him correctly. “Everyone makes mistakes. You’re human. You’re not infallible. I mean, maybe nobody’s died, which is awesome, but everyone makes mistakes.”

“No. I don’t.”

The arrogance. The absolute arrogance.Because even the most skilled practitioners made errors. No one was perfect.

No one.

“Right. Whatever. I have to go.” I turned and headed toward the door. I had it partly open when Leo—reaching over me—slammed it shut.Well, okay then. Obviously I pushed his buttons. I turned to face him. “Seriously?”

His vivid-green eyes were open wide, and his nostrils flared.

“Oh God. If you think you’re going to scare—”

He grabbed my cheeks as he lowered his head.

Our lips crashed.

He pushed me up against the door.

For a fleeting moment I wondered if I should knee him in the nuts for not getting my consent.Fuck it. You know you want him.So, instead, I grasped his hair and tugged him closer.

His cock rubbed against mine as he shoved me against the unyielding wood. Even through denim and khaki, our shafts pressed together.

Leo pulled back to stare into my eyes. “Want you. Fucking need you.”

I canted my hips so our cocks pushed together. “How?”

He blinked—clearly he hadn’t expected this response. “Uh—”

Taking that as consent, I unbuckled his belt, undid his button, lowered his zipper, and slid my hand under his waistband so I could grasp his cock.

He gasped.

I squeezed.

After a moment, he thrust up into my grasp.

I ran my thumb across his slit to gather a drop of precum. Not nearly enough for lube.Should I spit in my hand? Grab the sachet from my wallet?

He moaned and thrust harder.

Fuck it. A little chafing never hurt anyone.

Much.

I tugged experimentally, adding a slight twist.