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“Are you okay?” she asks when she’s upright.

“Me?” I open my eyes. “Yeah.” Exhale. Fuck me.

“I should bring in one of the dining room chairs. They look sturdy and it may help you with leverage to get to your feet. My nana has nurses now, but before she got sick she would have all kinds of back problems and I would go over and help her,” she explains.

“Thanks, I could try,” I agree.

She returns a moment later with a chair and I use it to bring myself to a standing position. The stability of the chair is helpful.

“I’ll fill the bath for you. How do you like the water?” she asks.

“Warm but not scorching,” I reply. My skin already feels heated with her near me.

She saunters into the bathroom. “Wow, this is really nice,” she says of the oversized tub that has jacuzzi jets. She leans over the tub to fill it, and again, I find myself checking her out. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. This is all that this is.

“Thanks,” I reply, clearing my throat.

She takes a towel off the shelf and places it next to the tub. I have a cleaner come in a couple times of week to clean. It’s the same lady who gets our groceries.

I remove my shirt.

Ellie then turns and her green eyes widen. “Whoa. You got a lot of muscles.”

“I train a lot. Part of being a professional athlete. Do you think you can go to my closet and grab a pair of swim trunks? They should be in the second drawer from the top.”

“Yup,” she says with a pop.

She returns a minute later. “Is this okay?” she asks, holding up a pair of navy blue trunks.

“Perfect.” She passes them to me and then she’s watching me. I’m frozen.

“Um, right, sorry. I should turn around,” she mutters turning away from me.

“Thanks.” I smirk. Not that I’m shy but she is my daughter’s nanny. We clearly need boundaries.

I begin to push my pants and boxers down. When I get to my knees, it’s kind of hard because I can’t separate my legs too much or my groin is going to kill me.

I lean and grab the towel and wrap it around my waist.

“This is embarrassing, but I can’t get my pants lower than my knees,” I explain.

She turns around and I watch as her gaze eats me up. “You’re just a walking centerfold,” she laughs.

The fact she finds me good-looking isn’t helping, nor the fact she needs to be verbal about it.

She bends down and removes my pants and boxers.

“It may be easier for you if I just get you a hand towel to cover yourself in the bath. You might find it hard to wash yourself in those trunks,” she suggests.

“Okay, thanks.” She pulls a hand towel off the shelf and passes it to me. This means I need to drop the towel. She’s going to see my ass. Not that I’m a prude.

She raises her brows. My last nurse, Hazel, was in her fifties. She sure didn’t look at me like I was a snack. I had no problem stripping in front of her. Ellie has added bath bubbles to the bath, and I really just want to get in the warm water since I feel better there.

I drop the towel and cover my cock with the hand towel. Ellie takes my arm and I sit on the edge of the bath. She then leans down and lifts my legs over the ledge for me. Her face comes close to the hand towel covering my cock. Bath time was definitely not this erotic with Hazel. She places my feet in the warm water and then I’m able to use my hands to maneuver myself, grateful for my upper body strength.

I slip into the bath but as I do the hand towel floats up. “Shit. Sorry,” I apologize for partially flashing her.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” she says, and she licks her lips, her eyes clearly hooded.

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