Page 8 of Naughty Desires

I slide my hand over her hip and squeeze her ass. “Naughty Nurse Lily. I think we should get you dressed up and see how naughty you can be.”

Her eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning, and she grinds her hips against me. “I don’t think you’ve ever met a nurse as naughty as me.”

I slide my hands under her shirt, all my blood pooling in my groin when I imagine her wearing that outfit, her hands restrained with the cuffs . . .

Lily moans softly when I cup her breasts in my hands. “There are a few more things in the box. Maybe they’re part of the outfit. You wouldn’t want your naughty nurse to be unequipped for emergencies.”

“You seem very equipped to deal with the emergency I’ve got going on right now.” I rub my thumbs over her nipples until they peak beneath her bra.

“Down, boy.” She laughs and pulls my hands away. For a moment I feel like we are back to the way we were and the last year never happened.

“‘Down’ isn’t the problem I need you to treat.” I put her hand over my shaft and she squeezes me hard through my jeans.

“How about I rub it better while I find my . . .” She trails off when she pulls a bright red rabbit vibrator from the box. “Rabbit.” Her face flames and I chuckle. I can’t remember the last time I felt such lightness in my soul.

“I think you’d better call in sick tomorrow. You won’t be getting any sleep tonight.” I study the vibrator, secure in its cartoon rabbit packaging, and my mind races with the possibilities. The outfit. The handcuffs. The vibrator. My Lily on the bed coming so loudly she wakes the neighbors. We’ll definitely not make it to work on time.

“Promises, promises.” She opens the package and flicks the switch. The shaft twirls slowly in the air, and the rabbit’s ears vibrate back and forth.

“When you scream tonight, I want to hear my name.”

Lily turns the vibrator off and lays it on the table. “I’m not going to scream.”

“Sweetheart, when I get you on the bed in that sexy lingerie, your hands cuffed over your head, and that rabbit in my hand, you aren’t just going to scream my name; you’re going to beg me to make you scream it again.”

“Someone’s living in a fantasy world,” she teases, but I don’t miss the hitch in her breath or the tremor in her hand as she reaches into the box again.

“What is this?” She holds up a package containing a rubber ring with a bullet on top.

“Dunno.” I take it and read the label. “Vibrating cock ring.”

“It’s for you.”

“I don’t need any help to pleasure my girl.”

Lily’s head jerks up and it takes me a moment to realize it is the last two words that have made her eyes glitter.

My girl.I haven’t called her that in forever, but I feel the words in my heart. She will always be my girl. My Lily.

“There’s one more thing.” She pulls out a long white coat and a stethoscope. “They must go with the nurse costume. I guess it’s a role-play thing. Try it on.”

I pull my T-shirt over my head and Lily makes a choking noise.

“You okay?” I toss the shirt over a chair.

“I haven’t seen you without your shirt for a long time. You’re always gone in the morning when I get up, and you change while I’m making dinner. You look . . . good.”

I am definitely more fit. A few months after I started working with Mike, I realized my love handles were gone, my shoulders were less rounded, and I was sporting a six-pack between the deep V cuts leading below my belt. Physical labor suits me better than a professional job, but I can’t shake the feeling that it brands me a failure. If carpentry is my calling, why did I spend four years in college? All that potential gone to waste, my mother said when I told her I was working with Mike. We haven’t spoken since.

“How do I look?” I pull on the lab coat and stethoscope and pose beside the chair.

“Very sexy. Go take a look.”

My stomach knots as I stare at myself in the mirror, seeing the loss of yet another dream.

Lily’s brow wrinkles in a frown. “What’s wrong?”

“I never told you this, but my mother wanted me to be a doctor.” I watch her in the mirror as I talk, unable for some reason to turn around. “She made me stop helping out at my dad’s construction company so I could study for med school. She was devastated when I didn’t get in, and very angry when I told her there was no point trying again. I wasn’t smart enough. I went to college to study business instead so I could help my dad. He was good with his hands, not so good with the money. She never forgave me for giving up. When my dad passed away, she sold his business without telling me. I guess it was her way of making sure I didn’t wind up like him. Or maybe it was just spite.”

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