Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Like always, it bounced back open the moment that it closed.
“Your door is malfunctioning,” she accused as she ripped her scrub top off.
A plain white bra was revealed, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I’d always been an ass man.
Give me a set of booty cheeks that were toned or voluptuous, and I was in seventh heaven.
But seeing her there in a plain cotton bra with her back to me—and her front seeing as I could also see her in the mirror—I thought she had the most beautiful set of tits I’d ever seen.
“It’s broken,” I admitted. “Even if you close it, it still opens.”
She hummed and reached for the clasp at her back, popping the enclosure of her bra open.
“Since you have this nice shower here,” she said. “I’m just going to step into it really quick. Do you have towels?”
In answer, I pushed into the bathroom and pulled out a towel on the top rack above the toilet.
She smiled at me, holding the bra mostly in place. “Thanks.”
I say mostly because I could see the top of her areola on her left breast.
It was a dusky rose compared to her otherwise flawless, porcelain skin.
I forced myself to look away.
“What’s that?” I asked, spotting a darkened spot on her left collarbone.
She grimaced and looked at it in the mirror. “That crazy weirdo you took in today. He clocked me with a bed pan.”
Anger started to dance through my veins. “He hurt you?”
She shrugged. “Wasn’t the first patient to do that, and won’t be the last.”
I didn’t like the thought.
Not at fucking all.
I flipped the shower on, cranking it up way higher than I ever would’ve normally.
I knew she took steamy showers.
I’d seen her step into hers every night.
I’d watch as her window, which only showed her from shoulder up, fogged up within seconds.
You didn’t get fog that quickly unless you scalded yourself in the process.
“There should be no patients hurting you ever,” I pointed out.
She snorted. “Until we get the support we need, which we won’t, nurses will always be in harm’s way.”
I didn’t like that.
“It’s good Odin offered you a job then,” I said. “He wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
She smiled. “That’s good to know.”
She stuck her hand in the shower, and I took that as my cue to leave.
I didn’t shut the door, though.
She didn’t either as she stripped the rest of her clothes off and stepped into the scalding heat.
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her through the mirror.
I couldn’t see much due to the fogginess and the angle of the mirror, but I saw her breasts jiggle. Watched the muscles in her back. Her hair slick against her back.
When she was done, she got out and reached for the towel, giving me an uninterrupted view of her side.
Long shapely legs, small arms, big tits and ass. Hips for days.
Her usually light-brown hair was darker and plastered to her skull.
She caught the towel and wrapped it around herself.
My dick, which was hard as a rock, pulsed in my jeans.
She turned and saw me staring, her face unreadable.
She didn’t look surprised or offended, though.
Just…blank.
“I watch you shower every night after you get home,” I found myself saying. “Can’t say that I ever got a view like this, though.”
She wrapped the towel around her tight, then walked toward me, her hair still dripping water onto the floor in her wake.
She stopped with just inches to spare and said, “What are we doing, Gentry?”
I thought about lying.
I thought about telling her “what we’ve always done.”
But that wasn’t what I wanted anymore.
Ever since she’d made the move to my place, and I got to see her but not actually touch her every night, I’d gotten…antsy.
My skin felt like it didn’t fit right.
For so many years, she’d been mine, but she hadn’t.
Now that she was here, and she was here, and there was nothing stopping us…
“I have no idea,” I said, reaching for the edge of her towel.
She moved forward just the smallest amount, and suddenly her thighs were inside my own.
All it would take was one rip of that towel and she’d be naked in front of me.
“What do you want to do?” she asked.
I thought about that for a long moment before I said, “I want to strip this towel from your body and pull you into my lap.”
She let the towel drop.
My hands found their way to the outside of her thighs, and my breathing sped up.
Her nipples pebbled from where my breath fanned out against them.
Her wet hair curled around one of her breasts, and I reached a hand up to drag it free of her skin.
The wet hair dragged across one nipple as I did, and she hissed in a breath in response.
“This might quite possibly be the most irresponsible thing we ever do,” she admitted breathlessly. “But I haven’t thought about anything else in years.”