Jesse
Sunday set the tempo for the following days: I’d help Sebastian clean up, and make breakfast before he settled in to read, game, or play with Robin, while I worked on my art. Janine brought lunch daily, Sebastian napped through the afternoon, and we spent the evenings with takeout dinners and movies on the couch. Sometimes we played chess, but even in his current condition, I only managed to beat him one time out of ten.
After another week, I drove Sebastian to the hospital for his wellness check. I waited on pins and needles. It had been almost three weeks since the accident. He walked without the cane now and didn’t complain about soreness in his ribs or shoulder, but the accident had been serious. I’d almost made myself sick with worry when Sebastian emerged from the office, grinning from ear to ear, without his sling.
“Where— Wow! Is this a miracle or what?”
He chuckled. “They removed the bandage and sutures. I can shower now. I have to be careful with the arm, but I can go without the sling for a few hours a day. I can drive starting next week, when I’ll go to physiotherapy. I can go back to work next month.” He reached for me and pulled me close. “Best of all, I can resume normal activities, as long as I take it easy.”
“Do you mean...”
He winked. “I do. I don’t need you to play nurse anymore, but I can think of a couple of other games to play.”
My face burned as I remembered the slutty nurse outfit waiting in the bottom drawer. “We’ll see.”
I drove us home, excited to surprise Sebastian and see what Naughty Nurse Jess could do for her patient. When we got to theapartment, I took my time going up the stairs with him. It was mid-afternoon and we weren’t expecting visitors tonight.
I unlocked the door and secured it once we were inside. I even threw the safety chain. This was one time I didn’t want Janine walking in.
After settling Sebastian on the recliner with a glass of iced tea, I went into the bedroom, dug up my slutty nurse outfit, and put it on. God, I looked stupid, but my muddled brain convinced me it was kind of sexy.
I’d drawn the line at wearing high heels. Dressed in the tiny white nurse uniform that left half of my ass bare and covered only a third of my boobs, I padded into the living room. I’d added white stockings, a garter belt, and a thong so tiny it got lost inside my cracks with every step.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to play nurse anymore?” I batted my eyelashes. “You’d better like this thing, ‘cause it’s frigging uncomfortable. And don’t you dare laugh.”
His jaw almost touched his chest. I could literally see his chocolate-colored eyes heat up and melt as they roamed over my body. My skin warmed where his gaze lingered. I’d missed this so much—him looking at me, his eyes filled with need and desire.
“Holy shit.” His voice was a low growl. “I had a dream about you like this in the hospital.”
I moved toward him. “Was it me, or one of those sexy nurses hovering over you?”
His eyes met mine. “It was always you, Jesse. Always you.”
“It better be.”
I lowered myself to my knees and started to remove his clothes, playfully teasing him. His erection strained his shorts. No amount of fabric could hide that fabulous monument of manhood. I caressed him gently, kissing his chest, mindful of the bruises, not completely faded, leaving behind yellow patches.
“I need a shower first,” he whispered.
“Later.”
When he was down to his boxers, he drew me close and kissed me, his tongue hot and demanding, sliding into my mouth possessively. I melted into his arms, straddling him carefully. He cupped my ass, pressing me against his hardness. We both gasped when his fingers found me wet and ready.
I moaned against his lips. “I’ve missed this so much.”
“Show me how much.”
He stroked my center with his thumb, while his middle finger slipped inside me, swallowed by damp, dizzying desire. I wanted to tell him to stop so we could savor this moment, but my body took over. I rocked against his hand, urging him to use another finger, to quicken his circling movements, while I gasped and held his mouth trapped against mine. I was so ready that within minutes I shattered under his caresses. The orgasm left me panting and shivering against him, my forehead pressed against his.
“Oh, God.”
“Nope,” he said smugly. “It’s just me. And I haven’t even started.”
I opened my eyes to see his cocky grin. His eyelids were heavy, his eyes glazed with desire.
“Well.” I licked my lips. “I have a head start on you, but I think you can catch up. You said you wanted a shower, right?”
“Yes, please. I’ve been dying for one, although your sponge baths weren’t bad.”
