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I almost laughed. Men were so predictable. It usually disgusted me but when I thought of him… pleasuring himself… I felt something else entirely.

I felt turned on.

“Alexandra, there you are,”

I turned to see Dr. Richardson bearing down on me. He was a cardiologist but not a very good one. He basically just cleared patients for surgery. He didn’t do surgery himself.

And he was very handsy with the nurses.

Especially me.

He had taken a particular shine to me for some damnable reason.

I sighed and pinned a very impersonal look to my face.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“When are you going to let me take a crack at you Alexandra?”

“Excuse me?”

He stepped in closer. I could smell antiseptic and aftershave along with his not so fresh breath. I felt a wave of nausea from the smell.

“Come on, don’t be such a fucking prude.”

“I have work to do Dr. Richardson. Please excuse me.”

I turned and opened the closest door. I leaned against it, closing my eyes.

“Does that happen to you a lot?”

I opened my eyes. Of course I was in Trent’s room. Of course.

And he’d heard the whole thing.

I shrugged. I should leave, but I wanted to make sure Dr. Richardson was gone.

Until then I was sitting tight.

“I’ll kick his ass if he bothers you again.”

I laughed.

“You are in no shape to do any ass kicking at the moment, Mr. Davis.”

“But I will be.”

He was grinning at me. He was so arrogant. Normally, I hated arrogant men. But somehow, it worked on him.

I couldn’t help it. I smiled back.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

I looked at him. I knew I shouldn’t answer. But I did. Maybe it was because it was dawn and everything was so quiet. Maybe it’s because Dr. Richardson had thrown me off his game.

Maybe it was the searching look in Trent’s eyes.

“No.”

I couldn’t have explained the look of relief that came over his face. But there it was.

My heart was beating as I stared at him, momentarily transfixed.

“Here, your iPad.”

He held it out to me. I shook off the weird mood that had come over me. I was just exhausted. I needed sleep.

“Keep it.”

“You don’t need it?”

“No, I’m just going to go home and pass out. Just- don’t look at anything crazy on there. It could get me in trouble.”

“Crazy?”

“You know. Porn.”

His face changed suddenly. He looked like he’d just swallowed something that tasted terrible. Or glass.

“I don’t watch porn.”

I snorted. Like I believed that.

“Well, whatever, just don’t get me in trouble, okay?”

He smiled at me innocently.

“Never.”

“Alright, good night. Try to get some rest.”

“You too, Sexy Lexi.”

Chapter Six

Trent

I was in heaven. And hell. All at the same time. Lexi had come in today with a large bucket and a loofah. Now she was carefully and meticulously washing my body.

I closed my eyes, trying to savor the moment. No, fuck that, I was trying to control my cock. I’d been in shock when she told me.

“You are getting your wish.”

“What?”

“A doctor ordered sponge bath.”

Oh fuck.

Now here I was, my teeth gritted, my body tense. Straining with the effort not to let the monster rise.

I was losing.

Every touch, every softly spoken word, it was the most arousing thing I’d experienced in my life.

A fucking sponge bath.

I’d fucked gorgeous girls by the hundreds. I’d done three ways, four ways, orgies, anal, bondage. You name it.

But this woman was driving me mad with a sponge bath.

She wasn’t even being gentle about it.

“Turn over.”

I rolled to my side, finally losing the battle with my cock. It was already semi-hard and it rose to full fucking mast in a heartbeat.

She roughly scrubbed my back and my ass. I clenched my jaw as her sponge moved down my thighs. It was… oh God! I felt like I could fucking cum just from that fucking sponge!

Heaven help me if she touched my cock.

I would shoot. I knew it. I would spurt into the air like a teenage boy.

Fuck me.

I was seriously falling for this woman. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. But there was no denying it.

I was starting to think I had a chance with her. For more than just a sport fuck. To have her, for real.

But not if she found out who I was before I could ease her into it.

How the fuck I could do that was beyond me. Good girls like Lexi didn’t date porn stars. Hell, she was so serious, I wasn’t sure if she dated. Period.

Never mind a piece of shit like me.

“Are you comfortable like this? I’d like to do your hair but not if you have too much pressure on your cast.”

I moaned.

“What?”

“It’s- it’s fine.”

“Are you cold? Here, roll this way and I’ll dry you off.”

“No! I’m fine like this. Verrryyyy comfortable.”

Total silence.

Whoops. Maybe I overdid it. Protesting too much and all that.

I swallowed, feeling like a naughty catholic schoolboy about to be caned by a nun.

A very, very sexy nun.

“What is it now, Trent?”

“Nothing. Just- please don’t make me turn over.”

I heard her sigh. It was full of resignation. And then I heard her shoes squeaking across the floor. She was coming over to this side of the bed.

I twisted my body to the side, rolling onto my ‘good side’. Funny how that happened. Sliding across the asphalt tended to put things into black and white.

Good side, bad side.

Nice girl, piece of shit scumbag.

Life, death.

“Trent! Be careful!”

I grimaced. That
had
hurt. But I had managed to keep my monster out of her line of vision. I grabbed a washcloth and tried to cover myself.

Then I realized something.

She had used my name for the first time.

Finally.

“Honestly, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I don’t know what the big deal is-“

Her voice trailed off.

She was around the bed again, staring at the washcloth draped over my 12 inch cock.

Then she did something completely unexpected.

She snatched the washcloth away.

“It’s okay, you are just swelling. It might be a blood clot. Don’t be scared, I will take care of you.”

She reached for the phone to page the doctor.

“Lexi, don’t.”

She looked at me.

“This is normal.”

Her jaw dropped. It literally dropped. I wanted to stick my tongue into that gorgeous mouth of hers.

Among other things.

“You mean-“

I nodded.

Yes, Lexi. This is just a garden variety boner.
 

If the garden was on steroids.

“I apologize. You… do things to me.”

Her mouth snapped shut. She was looking at me, not at my cock. Which I have to admit, was a first.

Usually people stared.

“Oh.”

She tried to shake it off, but I could tell she was unsettled.

Fuck, so was I.

“It’s perfectly normal to become aroused in stressful situations.”

She started around the bed again, utterly professional. I lay there as she bustled around, washing my back and side, working around my shredded flank. Then she started to soap my hair. The way her delicate hands felt in my hair was… astounding.

In that moment, I would do anything for her.

I would climb a mountain.

I would wrestle a grizzly bear.

I would kill for her.

“Lexi…”

Her hands froze at the husky sound of my voice.

“Don’t.”

My hand reached back and grabbed hers. I stared up at her. I was naked with soapy hair and an erection with the most beautiful woman in the world standing over me.

I was ridiculous. Laughable.

I was doomed.

I didn’t care.

“Kiss me.”

Her lips parted. Her eyes softened. It wasn’t a no. It almost looked like a yes. Or it would be, if I could take advantage of the moment. I sat up, reaching for her.
 

She didn’t step back. She let me draw her down towards me. But then she froze, her lips inches from mine.

“Please… don’t do this.”

She was asking me not to start. I knew what she meant. She knew, as I did, that neither one of us could stop once we started.

I didn’t fucking care.

She could lose her job.

I knew it. I realize that made me a bastard.

But nothing was going to stop me from kissing her right now.

Nothing except her beeper.

It went off, making her jump backwards.
 

Hell, even I came close to jumping. In my condition, that was saying a lot.

She glanced at it, shaking her head. Without dropping a beat, she briskly rubbed a towel over my damp hair and body. Then she wrapped a clean hospital gown around me, pulling the damp sheet from under me.

She remade the bed and was about to leave when she remembered my socks.

She knew I liked to wear those fuzzy hospital socks.

I watched her tucking my feet back under the covers.

“You didn’t finish.”

She looked up, looking adorably frazzled. I knew she wanted to be anywhere but here at this moment.
 

Tough shit.

I stared at her steadily.

She turned red, knowing exactly what I meant.

She hadn’t washed my cock for me.

Lexi

I licked my lips nervously. I knew what he was talking about. Trent- Mr. Davis- had managed to completely fluster me.

And I didn’t fluster easily.

“I will send someone in to do that if you want. I can’t right now.”

“You will send in someone to wash my dick? A cock washer?”

I let out a startled laugh. It sounded so silly when he put it that way. I didn’t understand how could he be so comfortable after what had just happened.

No.

What had almost happened.

I had barely diverted disaster.

Who was I kidding? It had been my beeper that stopped that kiss. Barely.

By a fucking thread.

My lips were still warm from being so close to his.

“Mr. Davis-“

“Trent. You said it before. It’s my name. Say it.”

I opened my mouth in surprise.

He was pissed.

He was pissed that I hadn’t kissed him.

Or washed his cock.

His enormous, beautiful cock.

I shook my head. I should not be thinking these things.

“Trent. It is normal for a patient to develop- an attachment to his or her caregiver. I promise you, the instant you leave the hospital, you will forget I even exist.”

“I highly fucking doubt that.”

I blinked at him.

He did seem pretty damn sure of himself.

“I- I have to go. I’m sorry. Please-“

He grabbed my wrist as I passed him. His hand was warm and strong. His thumb brushed against my palm, sending delicious tingles spiraling through my body.

With his hand.

Just his hand.

“Please what?”

I swallowed nervously. I looked at him. I was begging. I knew it. I was ashamed of my weakness.

But I was weak. I would fall, if he kept pushing me towards the edge.

“I have work to do- a job. It’s important. People are counting on me- I-“

I felt my eyes starting to well up with tears.

I did the only thing I could think of in that moment.

I ran.

Chapter Seven

Trent

I was getting to her. I knew it.

Lexi had smiled at me today. A real smile. And not one out of pity. And not because I’d said something stupid.

No, I’d just told her how much I was enjoying her books.

That smile felt like the sun breaking through the clouds on a rainy day.

Oh yeah, I was in trouble.

And for some stupid reason, I could not stop smiling. It was a big day, in more ways than one. I’d been here almost three weeks. Three weeks of sitting on my ass, plotting and planning on how to break down the Ice Queen’s walls.
 

It was working.

But it wasn’t just that.

Today, I got to walk. It was hard as fuck. It hurt, especially my leg where it had gotten chewed up. But it was also the most God damned liberating thing I’d done in my life.

Basically, today was the best day of my life.

That might be hard to believe considering my lifestyle, but it was true. I had actually come to appreciate the little things. And I didn’t even want a drink to celebrate.

Or a line.

I just wanted to walk up to Lexi and carry her off somewhere to have my way with her. My very, very thorough way with her.

I wasn’t quite up to carrying anyone away yet.

But soon.

It was late but I couldn’t sleep. I was off pain meds, other than basic anti-inflammatories. And I was too excited to lay still.

I eased my feet to the floor and reached for the cane. It was a clunky metal thing, not the pimped out sort of cane I would have chosen for myself.

Carved wood. Maybe with a dragon on top. Or a snake.

Ha.

I limped into the hallway and looked both ways for my prey. There she was. Sitting at the nurses’ station.

Doing paperwork or monitoring the sleeping patients presumably.

I was still for a moment, just watching her.

She reached back, tucking her hair behind her ear. Then she ran her hand over her neck, squeezing gently. She looked beautiful. And exhausted. And tense.

That was something I would be more than happy to help her with.

I was very, very good at tension release.

She looked up as I approached, her amazing eyes wide in the dim fluorescent lighting.

“Trent. Are you alright? You should have paged me.”

I grinned at her stupidly. I loved hearing her say my name. Damn if it wasn’t the best thing I’d heard in a long time.

“I can’t sleep.”

She frowned and reached for her keys.

“I can give you something, but just for tonight.”