Page 72 of The Quirky Vet

"She's been saying that ever since the stroke, hasn't she?"

"Yeah." His eyebrows knit together. "Difference is, this time he's actually listening."

"Oh. What do you think that means?"

"Don't know. The old fucker's being evasive when I ask for details. Tries to make out like it's nothing to worry about so therefore it's not worth talking about."

I roll my eyes. "Urgh. Men."

"They're the worst."

We share a smile, but I can tell Muir is worried about the old fella. "Well, if you ever need to talk or if there's anything I can help with around the house, I'm here, okay?"

"Thanks. I know you are."

"How'd you like the course today?" I ask, to change the topic to something less depressing.

"Not as bad as I thought it would be…"

We spend the rest of the meal talking about some of the stuff we covered in class before veering onto our usual chitchat about everything and nothing.

Great food and even better company. A man really doesn't need much more in life.

With our bellies full, we say goodbye to Fiona, wave to the kitchen staff, and then jump into an Uber back to the hotel.

"That was deeelicious," I say, rubbing my belly. I'd forgotten how big the pho was. "I'm full."

"Oh, really?"

I turn my head, and there's Muir, smirking like I've never seen him smirk before.

"Well…" I reach over and place my hand on his thigh. "I suppose I do have a little room left for dessert."

"Excellent." He leans into the space between us. "Because I have just the treat in mind."

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Muir

Fitz gobbles my entire length, my cock disappearing into his stretched mouth. Fuck. I love seeing this side of him unleashed.

My invitation in the Uber was meant as a two-way thing. I'm eager for a repeat of last night, including blowing him, but from the second we tore into the hotel room, Fitz has taken the lead, stripping me out of my clothes so fast and so rough, and practically throwing me onto the bed.

He's wedged between my legs, in his favourite spot, still fully dressed, which is a tad unfair in my opinion, but as my eyes roll into the back of my head as he deepthroats me yet again, I don't have it in me to protest.

His confidence has grown leaps and bounds since last night, and believe me, he was good then, too. He's taking to sucking dick like a duck to water. Yay for me!

He replaces his mouth with his hand and jerks me off slowly as he asks, "Can I try something, bubba?"

The word lights me up from within. No one's ever called me anything apart from the occasionalbaby, and having a special word makes me feel, well, special. And yeah, my brain is clearly not operating at its peak right now.

"Sure," I answer, since I trust him, and I know that whatever he has in mind is going to be good.

He moves down the bed, cups his hands under my knees, and lifts my legs into the air.

Holding me there, his eyes find mine. "I've had a taste of your cock—magnificent, by the way—now I want to taste the back. If that's okay?"

"Uh, yeah." Is he kidding me? Having my arse eaten out tops my forbidden fantasy list. "As long as you're sure?"