Page 80 of Not A Gentleman


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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.