DR. PERFECT'S SECRET

Exposure

Then Asher stopped thinking altogether.

He pressed his mouth back to Jack's, consuming him like a man starved. Their tongues moved hot and wet, without any finesse, just raw hunger. Jack tasted like mint and sin, and Asher pulled him in, biting Jack's lower lip until Jack moaned into his mouth. The towel around Asher's waist dropped to the floor with a soft thud. His c**k, already thick and leaking, pressed hard against Jack's hip.

"f**k," Jack gasped when Asher finally pulled back for air. "You're huge."

Asher didn't reply. He spun Jack around, slamming his chest against the wall and pulling Jack's shirt off roughly. Buttons flew across the hardwood floor. He shoved Jack's pants and underwear down his thighs in one quick motion, leaving them tangled around Jack's ankles. Jack's ass was perfect, tight and round, already pushing back like a needy slut.

Asher kicked Jack's legs wider. He grabbed Jack's hair, pulling his head back while his other hand reached around to grip Jack's c**k. It was rock-hard and slick at the tip. Asher stroked him roughly, thumbing the head and spreading the precum.

"You're dripping for me already," Asher growled against his ear. "Such a desperate little intern."

Jack whimpered, his hips bucking into Asher's fist. "Please—"

Asher spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Jack's hole without warning. Jack cried out, clenching tightly around the intrusion, but he pushed back, taking them deeper. Asher scissored him open quickly, adding a third finger while biting down on the side of Jack's neck, sucking a dark mark into the skin.

"Gonna f**k you raw," Asher snarled. "Right here against the wall like the brat you are."

"Yes, f**k, do it."

Asher pulled his fingers out, lined up his c**k, and drove in with one brutal thrust. Jack's scream echoed through the penthouse as Asher bottomed out, balls-deep in searing heat. No condom. No mercy. Just a tight, velvety grip squeezing every inch of him.

"s**t, Ash, so full—" Jack's voice cracked.

Asher set a punishing pace right away, his hips snapping forward hard enough to make Jack's body jolt against the wall with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and filthy. Asher's hand left Jack's hair to grip his hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. His other hand kept stroking Jack's c**k in time with his thrusts.

Jack was babbling now, broken moans and curses pouring from his swollen lips. "Harder, f**k me harder, sir, please—"

Asher gave it to him. He pounded into that tight ass like he was trying to ruin him for anyone else. Every thrust hit Jack's prostate, making him clench and leak all over Asher's fingers. Sweat coated their bodies. Asher's chest pressed against Jack's back, teeth scraping over his shoulder as he f****d him deeper and harder.

"Take it," Asher grunted. "Take every inch."

Jack came first with a strained shout, his hole spasming around Asher's c**k as thick ropes of c*m painted the wall and Asher's fist. Asher didn't slow down. He f****d Jack through it, chasing his release until the pressure became unbearable. With a guttural groan, he slammed in one last time and came hard, flooding Jack's insides with pulse after pulse of hot c*m.

They stayed locked together, panting, Asher's c**k still twitching inside him. Slowly, Asher pulled out, watching his c*m drip down Jack's thighs. He turned Jack around, kissed him deeply and messily, then dropped to his knees and took Jack's softening c**k into his mouth, cleaning him with lazy sucks while Jack trembled and cursed above him.

When he finally stood, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at the wrecked, c*m-streaked mess he'd made of the usually cocky intern.

"Bedroom," Asher ordered, his voice rough. "I'm not done with you yet."

Jack didn't argue. He kicked off the rest of his clothes and let Asher drag him to the bedroom, where Asher threw him onto the mattress and spent the next hour f*****g him in every position he could bend the younger man into, on his back with legs over Asher's shoulders, riding him until his thighs shook, then face down with Asher's hand fisted in Jack's hair as he took him from behind again.

By the time they finally collapsed, Jack was hoarse, covered in bite marks and fingerprints, leaking Asher's c*m from his used hole. Asher lay on his back staring at the ceiling, chest still heaving, while Jack's warm, spent body curled against his side.

Asher stared at his ceiling, his heart still racing, Jack's weight warm against his side.

This was a disaster.

He had just slept with an intern. His intern. The cocky, sharp-tongued brat who had challenged him in front of the entire orientation class. The same person he'd been talking to for weeks, sharing pieces of himself he never showed anyone.

Jack shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at Asher. His hair was a mess, his lips swollen, and he seemed entirely too satisfied with himself.

"So," Jack said. "That was—"

"A mistake." Asher sat up, immediately putting distance between them. "This can't happen again."

Jack's expression didn't change. "Okay."

"I'm serious. This was..." Asher ran a hand through his hair. "An error in judgment. We both got caught up in the moment. But it ends here."

"If you say so."

"This doesn't change anything between us. At the hospital, you're still an intern. I'm still your supervising physician. We maintain professional boundaries. Complete professionalism."

"Crystal clear, Dr. Wiseman." Jack sat up slowly, completely unbothered by his nakedness. "Anything else?"

Yes. Don't look at me like that. Don't make me want to pull you back into this bed. Don't make me regret this more than I already do.

"You need to leave."

"Now?" Jack glanced at the clock. "It's past midnight."

"Yes, now."

Jack studied him for a long moment, something unreadable in his expression. Then he shrugged and started gathering his clothes.

Asher watched him dress, trying not to notice the marks he'd left on Jack's skin, the way Jack moved like he was completely comfortable in Asher's space.

At the door, Jack paused. "For what it's worth, Ash—"

"Don't call me that."

"Dr. Wiseman," Jack corrected with exaggerated formality. "For what it's worth, I don't regret this. And I don't think you do either, not really. You're just scared."

"I'm not—"

"You are. And that's fine. I get it." Jack's smile was softer now, almost kind. "Your secret's safe with me. See you at rounds, Dr. Wiseman."

Then he was gone.

Asher stood in the silence of his apartment, surrounded by evidence of what he had just done, rumpled sheets, empty wine glasses, the lingering scent of Jack's cologne.

He picked up his phone.

New message from J

J: For the record? Totally worth the wait. Sweet dreams, Ash.

Asher stared at the message. He should block the number, delete the app, erase every trace of this mistake.

Instead, he typed back:

Ash: This doesn't happen again.

J: Whatever helps you sleep at night.

J: See you tomorrow, Dr. Wiseman.

Asher threw his phone on the couch and headed for the shower. A cold one this time.

Tomorrow, everything would go back to normal. Professional. Controlled. Perfect.

He'd make sure of it.