A trip to the dentist has never been so... interesting.
Aiden Cooper, a workaholic banker with little time for a personal life let alone romance, finds himself in a bit of a pickle when his wisdom teeth start giving him trouble. Upon visiting a new dentist, he ends up getting quite a bit more than he bargained for.
Sebastian Gibbs is a man who makes no apology for who he is or what he wants. The moment a new patient walks through the door of his dental surgery he wonders if, for the first time in his life, he can have it all.
2nd edition, 25,000 word novella which includes an 8,000 word bonus chapter.
This story is based in the UK, and British English spelling has been used.
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Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Word Count: 25000
Languages Available: English
“Mr. Cooper?” a low, muted voice asked in the same moment a hand grasped my shoulder and gently shook.
Lips smacking together, I stretched my limbs and cracked one eye open, then the other, and drew in a startled breath once my vision cleared. Dr. Gibbs wore the standard blue dentist’s shirt that buttoned up across the right shoulder, medical mask in place, but also had the most dazzling hazel eyes I’d ever seen, the long, black lashes around them only adding to their intensity. Throw in a good head of dark brown, slicked-back hair as well as olive skin and broad shoulders, and you had yourself a man who looked more like a Greek god than a dentist.
“Sorry, doctor. Guess I must’ve dozed off.” I managed to stifle an oncoming yawn.
Even though the mask covered the entire lower half of his face, the corners of his eyes crinkled, and I knew he was smiling.READ MORE
If I wasn’t in so much agony, I’d have been more than a bit curious to see what that smile looked like.
“Not to worry. It’s quite a common occurrence. Now how about we work on getting you a good night’s rest?” Wheeling over what he went on to explain was a portable X-ray machine, he instructed me to remain still, focusing the camera-like device on the areas around my mouth and jaw before pushing it aside. Panoramic images of my teeth and surrounding tissue then appeared on the nearby computer screen. With shoulders hunched, he leaned across the desk and studied the results before writing some notes in my file.
After a moment, he rumbled out a low, “Hmmm.”
“Dr. Anderson warned me my wisdom teeth would have to be removed if they started to give me more trouble than I could tolerate,” I croaked, uncaring that I sounded a tad desperate.
His gaze was still fixed on the screen. “And I gather you’ve reached that point?”
“That’s why I’m here.” They’d only ever ached for a day or two in the past.
Not this time.
“Good. Yes, well, right,” he mumbled, seeming to forget where he was as he paused and stared at the ceiling for a few beats before emitting a long, loud sigh. When he turned to step away from the desk, his hand caught the edge of my file and knocked it to the floor with a loud slap. What he did next, however, was to be my undoing. He bent over and picked the blasted thing up, displaying his glorious arse in the process. Straightening, he tossed the file aside and moved to stand next to me, and that was when I noticed the subtle musk of his aftershave, so heady and alluring.COLLAPSE