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They wheel her out, and our eyes stay connected the entire time.

Watching her leave is painful.

But at least I know this time she'll come back.

“I’M NOT AN OLD LADY,” Serenity mutters as I carefully help her onto the shower chair, ensuring her injured leg stays clear of the water.

A soft chuckle escapes me as I gently undo her hospital gown, letting it slide off her shoulders. Her breasts jut out,bouncing slightly, and triggering an instant reaction within me. I’ve missed her, fuck I’ve missed her, and seeing her like this, vulnerable and naked, almost overwhelms me. I clench my jaw as I lift her hips to slide her panties down. The subtle, sweet aroma of her pussy fills the air, and I growl, tossing the fabric aside.

“You can’t honestly be turned on right now?” she teases, her voice light and playful.

I meet her gaze from where I’m kneeling. “It’s takin’ everything I have not to spread your legs and bury my face between them.”

Her cheeks flush with heat. “Well, why don’t you?”

A low hiss escapes my throat as my hand caresses her thigh, contemplating if this is too much for her right now. Tipping my head back, I lock eyes with her, and she grins, encouraging me to do exactly what I threatened. Driven by an insatiable hunger to taste her, I gently part her legs. Her pussy is pink and glistening, already wet with anticipation. I rumble with satisfaction as I press my thumb against her clit, feeling it swell under my touch. My mind is solely focused on her, and I need to fucking taste her.

I grasp her upper thigh and gently tug, adjusting her position as I lean down and close my mouth over her cunt. She moans softly, fingers tangling in my hair as I trace my tongue along her wet slit, savoring every second. I swirl around her clit repeatedly, feeling it harden and throb under my tongue. Her body tightens as I continue tormenting her, then I slide my fingers inside her, matching the rhythm of my mouth. Clutching the sides of the chair, she arches her back, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over her. I don’t stop until the last shudder leaves her body.

“Jackson,” she gasps, her voice breathless. “I need you to fuck me. Right now.”

No further invitation is needed. Rising to my feet, I discard my jeans and release my cock that is painfully hard. Carefully, Ilift her from the chair, turning to sit myself down, cradling her on my lap, careful not to hurt her. Her legs wrap around me as she lowers herself onto my cock, her pussy enveloping me inch by inch. Her mouth finds mine, and our tongues dance, her lips tasting sweetly of mint. She starts to rock, rolling her hips in a perfect rhythm as our mouths move together.

Every part of her is exquisite; she’s perfect. We lose ourselves in each other, our breaths mingling with her sweet moans. As she climaxes, she calls my name, a sound I love more than fucking anything. My own release follows swiftly, intensifying the connection between us as my body shakes with pleasure. Serenity clings to me, resting her head on my shoulder, breathing deeply as we come down from the high.

“I love you, Jackson,” she whispers softly.

“Love you too, darlin’,” I reply, my voice thick with lust, need and fucking desperation to never let her go again.

Standing gradually, I let her legs slide down, easing out of her as I sit her back onto the seat.

“Now, can you stop distracting me so I can actually shower you?” I grin.

She scoffs playfully. “You were the one getting all worked up.”

“I can’t help it,” I murmur, my eyes tracing over her naked body, the way her pussy is all swollen from sex. “Seeing you like this is fuckin’ difficult, but washing you is going to be even harder.”

She rolls her eyes with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

Raising an eyebrow, I flash her a grin and turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature before starting to wash her. I let the water run over her, watching as her hair becomes soaked, cascading down her shoulders. I carefully clean every part of her, lingering just a moment longer over her pussy.

My thumb glides over her clit, and she invites me in by spreading her legs. A low growl leaves my lips as I rub, watching her body tighten once more before she slumps back in the chair, exhausted yet content.

“For an old man, you have impressive stamina,” she teases lightly.

I grin wider. “I’m not finished yet.”

She shoots me a look. “Oh yes you are. I need to sleep.”

I wink at her, before pushing to my feet and taking a towel. Helping her up, I wrap it around her, ensuring every inch is dried before tying a clean hospital gown around her body.

“You still do things to me, even in this gown,” I murmur into her ear as I lean down, hauling her up into my arms and carrying her out.

Placing her on the bed, I stare down at her.

“Can you stay with me?”

I tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “Can’t, baby. Got business to take care of. You want me to call Addison or Ciara?”

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