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My pulse quickens. Damn it. Why is he so frickin’ sexual? And why does he smell so good? I’ve got an onion right under my nose, yet all I can breathe in is Blake’s woodsy scent.

“Jess…”

I squeak when his groin tucks up against my butt. Oh my God, he is hard. Unbelievably, mouth-wateringly hard, and his erection is so impressive that I choke down a moan. The first and only time he slid that huge monster inside me, I almost came on the spot. I’d never felt more full in my entire life.

“Jess,” he murmurs again.

I find my voice. “Mmmm?”

He rotates his hips, and a jolt of desire shoots down to my core. “I haven’t had sex since June.”

The hoarsely voiced confession startles me. “Somehow I don’t believe that.”

“It’s the truth. Haven’t been with anyone since I went down on you at the wedding.”

I’m tempted to turn around so I can look into his eyes, gauge if he’s telling the truth. But I’m afraid that if do, the lust I’ll find on his face will shatter my defenses.

“I jerk it every night thinking about you,” he rasps, his lips tickling the shell of my ear. “So for the love of God, babe, why don’t you put me out of my misery and throw me a bone? You know I’ll make it good for you.”

I have no doubt about that. My gaze unwittingly travels across the open-concept space and lands on the massage chair. Every square inch of my body begins to tingle as dirty, filthy images flood my mind. Blake unzipping his pants while I wiggled out of mine. Blake’s teeth sinking into my neck as his hands toyed with my breasts. His low growl of need as he lowered me onto his cock and—

“Jess! You here?”

Blake and I break apart at Jamie’s shout. I immediately pick up the knife, while Blake slides to the other side of the counter. My cheeks are hot enough to start a brush fire, and I pray that Jamie doesn’t comment on it.

My brother enters the kitchen, shrugging out of his fall jacket as he says, “Oh good, you started dinner. I’m famished.” He glances over. “Hey, man, what’re you doing here? Wes said there was some team PR meeting after practice.”

Blake nods. “It’s only for the guys who are playing in the charity tourney.”

“Oh, you’re not doing that? I thought you were.”

“Trainers didn’t want me to take any chances. You know, ’cause of my bum knee. It’d be stupid to risk reinjuring it for a game that doesn’t count for standings.”

“Truth.”

As the two of them continue to chat, I keep my gaze on the onion I’m dicing and force my heartbeat to regulate. Thank God Jamie came home when he did. Five seconds later and I would’ve been bent over this counter, presenting myself to Blake like a dog in heat.

Jesus. Imagine if my brother had walked in on that? I’d never hear the end of it.

Chapter 14

Bitch, I’m Canadian

Jess

“Wow. You got a special favor from Nurse Hailey?” Violet peers at me over the lip of her pint glass, her nose scrunched up.

“Not so special,” I say, hating my defensive tone. “She said it wasn’t a big deal that I hadn’t turned in my observations that same minute. She was happy to have them before class today.”

I’d sweated it for forty-eight hours, though, thinking she was going to give me a lecture about turning assignments in on time. Instead she’d said, “I’m glad to see you feeling more upbeat today. That ward always gets to me too.”

“Um…” Nurse Hailey’s sympathetic look had surprised me. “I’m sure I can get used to it.”

“You will,” she said. “But not because you’ll be hardened to it. Rather because your work in nursing will become a real balance between the good and the sad. Once you’re sure you’re making a contribution, the scary stuff gets easier to take.”

I don’t share this wisdom with Violet, because I am not in the mood to hear her sour opinion on it. Or on anything else. We’ve been at the bar for ten minutes, and I’m already certain it’s a mistake. Not only do Violet and I have nothing in common, she keeps blatantly showing off all the knowledge she’s socked away in her frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal lobes.

There’s an anatomy quiz tomorrow on the central nervous system. I think I’m finally ready. It’s the first time I’ve felt confident about classwork this year.

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