Page 148 of Stolen Bases

She steps back and grips the bottom of her shirt before lifting it over her head. Her perfect tits and hard nipples taunt me as she hooks her thumbs at the waistband of her shorts and shimmies them down her hips to the floor.

Fucking perfect.

My breath catches in my throat as I take in every one of her soft curves. Her waist dips in at the base of her ribs before flaring out over her hips and upper thighs. The exaggeration of her hourglass figure makes my mouth water.

Talia reaches for my hand and leads me into the steam-filled stall.

Once under the water, I pull her into a hug and squeeze. If I could absorb her into my body so she’d always be a part of me, I would.

I don’t know how long we embrace each other as the hot water pours over our heads, but when Talia steps away, it’s not nearly long enough.

“Sit on the bench,” she instructs.

This isn’t the first time she’s asked me to sit in here. Our height difference can be a challenge. We’ve found that it’s easier for us to do a lot of touching and fucking while utilizing the bench.

Tonight’s a different story. While I would give anything to be inside Talia, now isn’t the time.

“Yes, ma’am.” I take a seat and wait.

“Good boy.”

My cock hardens as Nurse Talia takes charge tonight. If I ever get another chance to be with her, I’m going to need her to call me that again.

I take a few deep breaths and relax as she pumps soap into her hands and rubs them together. Starting at my neck and working her way down, she massages the soap into my skin. I close my eyes and relish in the feel of her soft hands on my skin. She washes me with such loving attention that my chest pinches.

I never want to let her go. I’ve never felt more cared for by another human being in my life.

She rinses my body with the removable shower head. If only the soap could wash away the things I’ve done because one thing is for sure—I don’t deserve her.

Talia Romero is way too good for me.

Shampoo bottle in hand, she climbs onto my lap and straddles me. She pours a dime-sized amount into her palm before latheringit up and washing my hair. Her fingertips massage my scalp, and I moan at how good it feels. After a quick rinse, Talia repeats the process with the conditioner.

“All clean.” She peppers the bruise on my jaw with kisses. “Does it hurt?” Her fingers float over the sore spot.

“A little. He’s got a mean right hook.”

She smirks, but it’s sad as fuck, and it breaks my heart to witness. This whole situation is tearing her up.

“Did you hit him back?” she asks.

“Hell no. I deserved the punch.” I probably deserve more than that.

“Thank you. For not hitting him back. I know that couldn’t have been easy.”

I grip her hips and squeeze. “I’ll take all the punches in the world for you, baby.”

She slides her hands over my shoulders and threads her fingers in the hair at the base of my neck. “That’s very barbaric and romantic of you, big guy.” She leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my lips.

I flinch at the sting. My fucking lip hurts worse than my jaw.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It hurts more not to kiss you.” I run my thumb over her full bottom lip before gripping her neck and bringing her mouth to mine.

This kiss isn’t a prelude to physical intimacy. No, this kiss is the culmination of my love. It’s soft and slow. It has a purpose—to show her how much I love her. I pour every ounce of that love into her mouth as her tongue curls around mine. I want her to feel how much she means to me.

When the metallic tang of blood taints our kiss, we break apart. I stand with Talia in my arms, her ankles locked behind my back, and turn off the water. She reaches for the towels on the rack as I carry her out of the stall and place her on the heated tile floors.

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