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He waved a hand at me. “I’ll be fine. You’ve already cooked me breakfast, not to mention how much you’ve taken care of me over the last two weeks. Let me make you a damn coffee.”

I put my hands on my hips and fixed him with a stern glare. “Since you arrived here, you’ve only been allowed to walk yourself to the toilet, shower, or basin to brush your teeth and wash your hands. That’s it. Doctor’s orders,” I said. “You don’t need to feel bad for making me run around and fetch everything for you. I know you’d do the same for me. Remember how you nursed me after I got bitten by that snake?”

“That was a bit different.”

“Not to me. As far as I’m concerned, I’m your slave for the time being.”

Mason gave me a wolfish grin. “I can definitely live with that,” he said slowly. “But if you really want me to be my slave, you’ll have to be naked aside from a collar. You’ll have to crawl everywhere as well.”

I sucked my upper lip as I considered getting down on my hands and knees. “Um. I guess I can do that.”

“I’m kidding, baby girl.”

“Well, it wouldn’t surprise me if you were actually serious.” I laughed and walked away.

As I busied myself in the kitchen a few minutes later, Mason called out to me. “Jolie? Is the dressing supposed to be wet?”

I hurried back into the bedroom, forehead wrinkling with concern. “No. You didn’t burst one of the stitches, did you?”

He shook his head and lifted the sheet to show me his abdomen. “There’s no blood. It’s just wet.”

I frowned and leaned down to look at it. “It must be sweat. It’s pretty hot in here. I’ll turn the air-conditioner back on and change it for you.”

I went and grabbed some wipes and a new dressing along with the antiseptic spray the nurse had given me to use whenever I needed to change one of the dressings myself.

After I’d peeled the old dressing off and disposed of it, I cleaned around the stitches with the wipes before picking up the spray. “Sorry,” I said, gritting my teeth at the mere thought of using it. “This is going to hurt. It’s much easier to do it when you’re asleep.”

“It’s fine.”

As I applied the stinging antiseptic to Mason’s stitched wound, hot desire began to tingle deep in my core. The way his muscles tightened under my hands, the way he spared me the grunting profanity I knew I’d let out if the situation was reversed… he was trying to be strong for me. He was strong for me.

I couldn’t resist that in a man. Especially when that man happened to look like Mason Ashwood.

“You know, there’s actually a natural type of painkiller available if you want it,” I said softly, affixing the new dressing to his abdomen.

“I thought you said the doctor wanted me to stop taking them,” Mason replied.

I licked my lips. “Natural painkiller,” I said, emphasizing the first word this time. “Totally fine to have, even when you’re being weaned off medicated pain relief.”

Mason’s brows lifted. “What are you talking about?”

I moved one hand beneath the sheets and stroked along one of the muscled lines on his abdomen. “Orgasm,” I replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “I once read that it releases certain chemicals in your blood that can relieve pain. Endorphins or something.”

A devilish smile was playing on Mason’s lips now. “If I’m barely allowed to walk, I think sex is out of the equation too.”

“It is,” I murmured. I felt his cock stiffening against my hand, and I smiled back up at him. “For at least a week.”

“Then you better watch those hands,” he growled. “Because I’m dangerously close to bending you over this bed and bursting all these stitches while I fuck that naughty little ass of yours.”

“We might not be able to have sex, but there’s still something I can do for you.” I licked my lips again, slower this time.

Understanding dawned in Mason’s eyes, and he pushed the sheet down slowly. Inch by inch, his stiff length appeared. My core began to ache at the sight. I couldn’t wait until he had his stitches out so he could fulfil that earlier promise and bend me over the bed to fuck my brains out.

“Take your shirt off,” he ordered. “And your pants. I want to see you.”

I did as he said, quickly removing my top and jeans.

“Bra too,” Mason said, staring me down.

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