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She nodded quickly. “My leg’s so itchy. Right above my ankle where I have no way of getting to it.” She shuddered. “It comes and goes, but right now it’s killing me. I don’t suppose you’d have a knife strong enough to cut this cast off?”
“I’m not sure your doctor would approve.” He was glad of the distraction. “Are you sure you can’t get it with your fingers?”
“I’ve tried, but the gap isn’t big enough.” She jammed her fingers into the rim of her cast to demonstrate. “Maybe you could just chop my leg off.”
“Have you tried a knitting needle?”
“What?”
“That’s what my mom did when I was a kid and had my arm in a cast. She’d push it down and it felt like heaven.”
“Well, I don’t have a knitting needle.” She looked at him hopefully. “Do you?”
“Nope. But I have an idea. Stay there.” He ran to the kitchen and pulled a chopstick from the drawer, coming back to the living room a few seconds later. “It’s not as strong as a knitting needle,” he said. “But if we’re careful it could work.”
“I’ll try anything once.” She took the chopstick from him, and jammed it down between her leg and her cast. Her brows knitted together as she moved it from left to right. “Damn, I can’t quite get to it.”
“Do you want me to try?”
She nodded, handing him back the chopstick.
Gently he took her leg, his warm fingers circling her calf. He held it steady as he pushed the long stick inside, moving it to the left as she directed.
“Right there. Scratch me,” she said quickly.
He did as he was told, moving the chopstick up and down.
“A little harder.”
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, increasing the pressure of the wood against her skin.
“Harder, please.”
Okay, then. He wasn’t getting turned on by this. Not by the feeling of her skin, the aroma of her body, nor by the way she breathed out the words. Nor was he imagining her breathing those words out while she was lying beneath him in his bed.
Nope. Not at all.
“Oh God, that’s good.”
Her innuendos were killing him in the most delicious way. He could feel the need for her pulse right through him.
“Don’t stop, not yet,” she gasped. “I might need you to do this all night.”
This time he couldn’t help but chuckle. It was either that or groan. He slowly lifted his gaze to hers.
She smiled back at him. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. You’re just too good at this.”
“Ally?”
“Yeah?”
“If I kiss you will you shut up?”
Ally’s mouth dropped open and she stared at him with those big blues. “Probably not. But you should do it anyway.”
He tried to remind himself of all the reasons this was a bad idea, but his brain had an answer for every one of them.
I’m her boss.
