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So he’d let her punish him if that spun her windmill, and he’d hope like hell she understood he’d get his own back later.
“I understand.”
“Don’t forget the pants,” she called after him as he headed down the hall to the bathroom, making him grin. If those pants had been a dubious prospect before, now they were a downright joke.
How he was willing to suffer for his woman.
He changed—everything fit, albeit tightly, wonder of all wonders—and entered her bedroom, surprised to see a trio of candles flickering on the shelf above the bed. Normally that kind of romantic gesture made him want to hit the ground running. Not with Jill. With her, it seemed cute. Sweet.
His smile lasted until he glanced toward the window and glimpsed her standing with her arms crossed. “Please get on the bed, Mr. Townsend. I don’t have all day.”
“No comment on my outfit?” He gestured at himself, shifting to help alleviate the pinch in his crotch area. His balls would probably retract into his spinal column before he managed to unseal these stupid pants from his body. “I had to skip the boxers. They would’ve turned these from uncomfortable to obscene.”
“Is there a reason you’re not wearing underwear? I hope it’s not to try to entice me.”
“Oh, no. Absolutely not.”
“On the bed, Mr. Townsend. Now. Please.” She tacked on the last word and added a smile that wouldn’t have fooled anyone.
Damn, he really had a thing for mean, busty blond nurses. Who knew?
As soon as he’d complied, she moved forward and reached for a bottle from the nightstand. “So what are your symptoms? Please be specific.”
He tucked his hands beneath his head and stared up at her, loving this angle. She had the most delicious pair he’d ever seen, especially highlighted in red lace. He couldn’t wait to suck on her nipples until they were just as red.
Cocking a brow, he looked down his body at his noticeable erection. “I’d think that’s obvious.”
“You’re having sexual dysfunction issues. Got it.” Without warning, she dragged the material over his dick, freeing it from the painful confines of his pants. He nearly groaned in relief…until she squirted some oil down his length and made him hiss.
She started to stroke him in long, thorough pulls, her hand sliding in the oil as she vised around him. Fucking A, that felt incredible.
“I have a number of tests I intend to try to see if I can restore some of the function,” she said.
He reached for her, unable to remember his part. “I know a couple of surefire ways.”
“Uh-uh. No touching.” She stepped back, and he bit his lip to restrain another hiss. Not having her hand on his cock at all times seemed like a crime against nature. If he had to pretend she was in charge to keep it there, he would.
“Sorry. I won’t do that again.”
Nodding, she resumed her task, working him even harder than she had before. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to unbutton my dress the rest of the way. It’s warm in here.”
“You’re telling me,” he mumbled, riveted by the sight of her glistening fingers opening and closing around his shaft. “Go ahead.”
She undid the buttons and let the dress slide to the floor, showing off her lacy bra-and-panty set. If that wasn’t enough to nearly kill him, she trailed her slippery fingers down her pale belly, making her skin gleam.
“Fuck. Jill.” He laced his fingers together behind his neck, trying to use the pain to center himself. “I need your hands on me. All over me.”
“Jill?” She canted her head, tumbling her blond-and-purple hair down her shoulders to tease the tops of her breasts. “You’re getting entirely too personal, Mr. Townsend. I think you should close your eyes and let me handle things.”
He wasn’t used to letting a woman take control. Doing so made him feel more vulnerable than he was comfortable with, but he damn well couldn’t shut her down now when she’d come so fully into her own. He closed his eyes and tried not to twitch while he waited for her touch. “Yes, handle me. Please.”
She grasped his cock and started jerking him off in strong, steady pulls. Warm oil drizzled onto his balls, and he swore, his hips coming up off the bed. Before he could get control of himself, the wet heat of her mouth surrounded the tip of his length, drawing gently. So gently that he couldn’t help grabbing hold of her hair and dragging her down, begging her wordlessly to swallow more of him. He pulled hard, tangling his fingers in the silky strands as he forged his way into her throat, momentarily unable to stifle his desire to feel her submit—and to enjoy it.
He struggled to dial back his urgency. She’d been game for everything so far. But if they continued to push the boundaries—both hers and his—he was running a huge risk. If she didn’t like some of the darker things he was into, he was fucked.
But if she loved them, he was more fucked, because going those places in bed fostered an intimacy that should go way beyond five dates. The more he discovered about his compatibility with Jill in and outside of the bedroom, the more difficult it would be to walk away at the end of the two weeks.
Not walking wasn’t even on the table.
