I put my arm around her. “Do you have any nursing skills?” I suspected I knew the answer to this.
“I’m willing to learn.”
She leaned closer into my body. “You’ll have to test my memory.”
Dr Ansell was definitely amused.
“How many questions do you have left?”
I hadn’t expected her to ask that, but I knew the answer. “One. There’s no time limit on asking them though, is there?”
She shook her head. “None. Did you mention breakfast?” A hopeful look was given to the doctor.
“Sure.”
Looked like we were having breakfast here instead of the hotel where we should’ve been.
Oh well.
Because my teammates were arseholes, I arrived home to an apartment full of balloons, flowers and a cardboard cut-out of Gulliver Steed.
They’d clearly cleared a shop out of whatever it had, as some of the balloons had ‘new baby boy’ written on them, and there was even a ‘Just Married’, which someone had written our names on.
There was also a fridge full of food, wine and champagne, and next to the bed was another cardboard cut out, this one of Otter. A note was stuck to it, advising that if she had the sense to ditch me, I could always rub one out while looking at the cardboard version.
“I apologise.” I put my hands in my sweatpants pockets. “If this puts you off, I’ll call Jude and get him to babysit.”
She was already in the process of boiling the kettle for tea. “I’d love to know where they got the cut outs from. Mind if I sent the one of Gully to him?”
“Be my guest.” I’d rather not look at his face. “You can store him in Rowan’s old room until you get chance.”
She laughed, tugging on my T-shirt. “You need to get in bed. Rest. That was what the doctor said.”
“I will. Are you joining me?”
“I’ll bring tea. Go lie down.”
I was too exhausted to argue, and bed was where I wanted to be anyway. I stripped off my sweats and T-shirt, shouting down to Otter I was getting in the shower. I smelled of hospitals and sterile sheets, and it was making me feel worse instead of better.
The water had just warmed up when I looked out of the screen to see a naked Otillie Penhaligon standing there, placing an extra towel next to the shower.
I froze. Well, most of me did. One part of my anatomy was definitely not frozen; it was getting harder though.
She opened the shower door and slipped in. “I need to make sure you don’t fall.”
I took a seat in the shower, thankful that whoever had designed the bathroom had gone for a fucking huge shower and incorporated a tiled bench. A bench I was now thankful for, because a lot of blood my brain probably needed had rushed south.
“Really not sure having you naked in here is helping.” My eyes ran over her body, taking in her tits and slender waist, the hair between her legs neatly trimmed. She’d lost weight since I’d last seen her, which I knew had something to do with her upcoming roles. “Or maybe it is.”
I managed to stand up, some sense of control restored, turning on some of the extra jets.
“I hate the smell of hospitals,” she said, picking up my shower gel and standing under the largest stream of water.
It was mesmerising, watching the trails of water drip down her skin, over her breasts and soaking her hair. “Want some help getting that smell off you?” I took the shower gel bottle from her hand and squirted it into mine.
She nodded, turning around so I could soap her back, and then work my way down the other side, washing her breasts, my cock pressed against her ass. She tipped her head back as I moved my hands back over her breasts, toying with her nipples, remembering exactly how she liked them to be played with.
She turned around in my arms, her hand slipping down to where my cock was hard and throbbing.
