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I clear my throat as I walk inside, making her jump.
Her brow furrows. “No nurse?”
Fuck.
“There’s been a nasty accident, and there’s no staff currently available.”
Genuine concern enters her expression. “I hope no one is too badly hurt.” She moves to the side of the bed unaided and swings her legs out, grimacing. “I’ll handle this myself, sir.” She watches me expectantly. When I don’t move, she clears her throat. “Would you mind staying outside?”
I shake my head. “You can’t get dressed alone.” My jaw clenches. “I’ll help.”
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks turn bright red. “T-that won’t be necessary, sir.”
“You can’t dress in your state.” I grab her bag. “Do you have something that won’t put pressure on the wound?” I feel my heart pounding in my ears at the thought of helping her get dressed.
Eva still looks shocked as she shakes her head. “I’m not sure. Maybe a skirt, but it’s freezing, isn’t it?”
A skirt shouldn’t be too difficult. I nod in response. “Yes, but the car has heating, and we’ll get you straight into the infirmary.” I open the bag, find the skirt, and grab a blouse and a jumper. “Do these work?” I ask.
She looks redder as she nods. “Yes, but I need underwear too, sir.”
Fuck. Eva is telling me she is buck naked under her hospital gown.
“Oh, of course.” I search through the bag and find a black lace bra and matching black thong that make my cock harden in my pants. I clench the fabric so hard in my hands, imagining her in just this, staring up at me innocently as I kiss every inch of her soft skin.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
This situation couldn’t be more inappropriate.
I clear my throat, place the clothes on the bed, and stand by her side. “Can you stand?”
Eva shrugs. “I haven’t tried without help.”
My heart is beating so hard it feels like it’s trying to break through my rib cage. “It’s probably best if you remain seated,” I say.
She nods in response. “Yes, sir.” Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson as she watches me, her lips slightly parting as our gazes remain locked.
I swallow hard and grab the black thong, kneeling before her.
The position makes it impossible not to imagine forcing my mouth to her center while I make her scream my name. I push the thoughts from my mind and lightly lift her wounded leg first.
Eva winces, proving she couldn’t have dressed alone. Bending over would have been trouble enough, especially with her bruised ribs.
I slide the fabric over her left ankle and then her right before gently pulling them up her thick thighs. My cock is hard and throbbing with need as my fingers skim over her soft porcelain skin. When I get them to the top of her thighs, Eva grabs my hands in hers, eyes wide. Her tongue wets her bottom lip. “I think I can handle it from here, sir,” she murmurs.
I clench my jaw, wishing she hadn’t stopped me. All I want is to slide my finger through her center and feel how wet she is. The way she shudders at my touch is proof enough that she’s aroused. Add to that her erratic breathing as her chest rises and falls violently and the red flush of her cheeks. I sense she’s probably dripping wet for me.
I clear my throat, trying to focus. “Of course.” I remove my hands from her panties and clench my fists by my side, turning my attention to the skirt.
Eva winces, squirming to get her thong on. They differ from the pink lace panties she wore the day she arrived.
“Ready?” I ask, holding the skirt.
She nods, sucking in a deep breath. “Yes, sir.”
I wish she wouldn’t be so fucking polite right now. Ignoring the swell in my cock as I crouch in front of her again, I lift her left foot, sliding the skirt through it, before lifting her right and doing the same.
Eva winces again, but I can’t focus on that. All I can focus on is not tearing the thong and skirt off and burying my head between her thick thighs. My impulses are so primal that it feels like they’re trying to burn me alive from the inside out. I’m on the edge of losing control.
