“I’ll give you what you came for,” I told him, “but if you’re uncomfortable with something or if I am, everything stops, okay?”
“Okay.” A wry smile came to Ryan’s lips and he settled into his chair and chugged the rest of his beer. He asked to go to the bathroom after that and I told him it was down the hall. After he was gone, I finished my own beer and tried to convince myself that I wasn’t about to make a huge mistake.
When Ryan emerged about a minute later, he and I retreated to the bedroom.
“You know my last name, but I don’t know yours,” he said as he stepped out of his shoes.
“It’s Pepper.”
He chuckled. “So your patients call you Dr. Pepper?”
I rolled my eyes. Dr. Pepper jokes stopped being funny to me years ago. “Yes. My patients call me Dr. Pepper.”
He unzipped his pants and slid his hand inside. He wasn’t wearing underwear. “Can Icall you Dr. Pepper?” He pulled out his cock and stroked it.
My mouth watered at the sight. “You can call me whatever you want.”