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He points to his shoulder. His head rests against the wall, and he closes his eyes. “I took a cliff and, like a dumbass, tried to do a flip. Landed right on my shoulder.”
I straddle his lap, and his eyelids snap open.
“I’m taking this shirt off,” I say before he can ask the question. I start with the uninjured arm and shoulder. His skin is cool to the touch. Heat builds around my neck and face, reminding me I’m still in a wool sweater.
Leaving his thermal top half-on, I shrug out of my thick sweater, then focus on the patient again. With care, I lift his thermal over his head. As tenderly as possible, I glide the shirt over his shoulder and down the arm he’s keeping close to his side.
A bright white scar traverses his shoulder. There’s no bruising…yet. My fingers brush the skin, and he flinches.
“Hurts?” I ask. He doesn’t respond. “What’s the scar from?”
“Old surgery.”
“Rotator cuff?”
“Yep.”
I press my thumbs over the scar tissue, and his neck muscles strain. A vein running down his throat pulses. If he’s injured himself, all the surrounding muscles are going to tighten. I tap his arm and climb off his lap.
“Go lie down on my bed.”
“What?”
“Pants off. Just briefs. Face down.”
“Excuse me?”
“You need a massage. There’s no way we’ll get you an appointment this late in the day. Go.”
“Sophia…you don’t need to.”
“Go. Do what your wife says.”
That comment earns an amused smirk, and he begrudgingly obeys. Only when he reaches the bed, he hesitates.
Jesus, he must be in so much pain. “Here, let me.”
My fingers tug at the button on his pants. I flick the snap open, and he sucks in air, and the loud breathy sound catches my attention. I pull down on the zipper, clutch each side of his ski pants, and bend my knees, bringing his pants with me. The sizable erection captured by the black cotton briefs reveals all.
His heady scent and heat surround me as I remove his socks, one by one, brushing my hand over his muscular calf, roughened with dark twists of hair. My throat tightens and my heart reverberates against my breastbone. My head feels lighter, dizzy.
CHAPTER16
FISHER
Sophia kneeling before me, her mouth inches from my aching erection, sufficiently distracts me from my busted shoulder. I can barely breathe as her fingers travel from my thighs, over my knees, and down to my calves. My thought process slows, as if all my blood has traveled from my injury to my engorged, needy dick.
“Sophia.” Her name comes out as a heady groan. This isn’t right. It’s the exact opposite of right, which is wrong.
The points of her nipples push against the barely there Thinsulate fabric top. My breaths are shallow and rapid.
Deep inside me, I know it’s wrong. On the surface, it’s innocent enough. But the desire crashing over me, what I’m wanting her to do, what I want to do to her, it’s all wrong.
Avoiding my gaze, she gestures to the bed. “Get on,” she says, her voice strained. “Face down.”
The mattress sinks under my weight. I shove the stack of pillows out of the way and stretch across the bed from corner to corner. A sharp pain sears from my shoulder, up my neck, and down my arm.
“Easy,” she coaxes.
