Dr. Avila chuckled. “Perhaps you should call me ‘Carlos,’ David?”
“Of course,” I murmured, but I wouldn’t. What was the point? We would never do this again. Most likely we’d never see each other again.
I walked into the adjoining bath, flushed the condom down the toilet, and cleaned myself off. Finally, I returned with a warm washcloth for him.
“Thank you, dear boy.” He let me wipe my spunk and our sweat from his body, almost purring like a satisfied cat at the light strokes. “Spend the rest of the day with me, David.” He patted the bed. “Here.”