Page 72 of More Than My Hometown

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“Ohhh, is that how you think this is going to work?”

Her taunt echoes off the walls, reverberating through me, straight to my dick.

Pushing off the coffee table, Maisey nudges my legs apart and steps in between them. Placing a hand on either side of my head, she leans down, giving me a full view down her tank top. Fuck me. “You think I’m going to nurse you back to health?”

I swallow hard, trying to peel my eyes away from her boobs so I can look her in the eye as I reply. Only, I can’t. She has me hypnotized.

Yeah, she knows what she’s doing…

“A man can hope,” I tell her, grabbing ahold of her hips.

It’s all I can do not to bury my face in her cleavage right now and motorboat the fuck out of her. My dick throbs, the desire flowing through me like rain through a gutter after a storm, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.

As if she can read my mind, Maisey smiles. But not just any smile. A shit-eating grin that makes her whole face light up like the Fourth of July, letting me know that I’m in trouble.

“Well…” Tossing her head back, Maisey climbs onto the couch, a leg on either side of me, settling into my lap. Placing her palms flat on my chest, she runs her hands up and down, heat building underneath, traveling straight down south. “As a professional nurse, there is something I think I could do that might help.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I run my hands up her sides, sliding under her tank, her warm skin greeting me like an old friend. She shudders under my touch, eyelids fluttering shut.

“I’d want to make sure I received proper payment though.”

Sliding my hands around to her front, I cup her breasts, running the pads of my thumbs over her nipples. Inhaling sharply, Maisey rolls her hips against me, her core brushing against my hard-on. The contact is glorious, fleeting, and leaves me craving more. So much more.

“That can be arranged.”

“You sure?”

I pause, wondering why she would question that. What she could possibly think I wouldn’t do for it. Because there’s nothing on this earth I wouldn’t do if it meant making Maisey Phillips happy.

“Positive. Whatever you want, Maisey. I mean it. Anything, absolutely anything.”

That grin returns—the one that tells me I’m in trouble—setting off the drumbeats in my chest. I can’t wait to hear her request.

“Talk dirty to me. As dirty as you want. Call me names. Tell me what a slutty little nurse I am, or a whore or⁠—”

“You want me to call you a whore?”

That’s it? That’s what Maisey wants? For me to talk dirty to her?

Maisey nods, her cheeks tinting pink as she bites her lip. It’s taking a lot for her to admit this, but it’s making me fall for her even more. I love that she feels safe enough to tell me this. That she wants to explore this with me.

“Yeah…” Her admission is soft, breathy. “In the moment, yeah. The idea is kind of a turn-on. As long as I know it’s coming from a place of trust and intimacy. Because I’m your slutty nurse.”

My dick strains against my pants, screaming to break free, all the blood in my body rushing straight to my groin. It’s taking everything in me not to maul her right now. Not to show her exactly how mine she is.

“Oh, baby…” I swipe my thumbs across her nipples again, chuckling as her breath hitches. “Has me telling you what a pretty pussy you have not been enough? Or just how much I like tasting that pussy?”

Thrusting up into her, I tighten my squeeze on her boobs, rolling her nipples in between my thumb and forefinger. Maisey squeaks, swiveling her hips, trying to make better contact with my bulge. I hold still, letting her use me, as I continue to toy with her.

“You need more?”

I let go, and Maisey’s eyes fly open, meeting mine. There’s a fire in her baby blues that is unmistakable, and I know I’ve tapped into a new side of her. A side that she’s waited forever to share, unsure that she’d ever get the chance. One that I’m going to treasure for the rest of my life.