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But then again. Not really. Michelle Davis went to my head like the finest wine.

She was the best looking woman I’d seen in a long, long time.

My sweet, sexy siren.

She made me so goddamn hard. Even when I was half dead, I wanted her. But I was on the mend now, and if she was willing, I planned on having her.

“Do you need to sit? Maybe go back to bed?” she whispered.

“I need a shower, but maybe you can stay and help.”

“Because I’m a doctor,” she said, as if she needed to logically explain what was happening.

I didn’t answer. I was no fucking boy scout, but I didn’t think I could get another lie past my lips.

Instead, I reached into the stall and turned the water on, stepping in sideways, waiting while she decided.

And when her trembling hands went to the top button of the shirt she wore, I exhaled, knowing I’d won this round.

The little doctor was going to be mine alright.

She just had no idea I was playing for keeps.

Chapter 7-Shelly

Stupid. So fucking stupid.

What was wrong with me?

This was completely unethical. I just couldn’t believe it.

I was naked. With him. In my shower.

He was my freaking patient. I shouldn’t be doing this.

But I couldn’t make myself leave either. I watched, salivating, as he collected two pumps of my shea butter body wash and scrubbed them over his body.

The idea of him smelling like me was more than appealing. It made my pussy throb and my nipples tighten.

His big hands made short work of the perfunctory process of getting clean, washing his hair and face, but as he rinsed, I noticed he seemed to take his time.

That smoldering glare of his never left me as he dragged his hands through the water and rubbed himself clean.

“May I?” he asked, and I nodded dumbly, unable to speak.

This was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t resist the pull I felt towards him. But even if I tried, which I clearly wasn’t trying very hard.

Sure, I could blame this admittedly terrible decision on the fact I’d been sick, not to mention shocked by the goings ons of the past few days.

I mean, taking care of this big, wounded, gorgeous, and obviously involved with something criminal, stranger was a lot.

This whole situation was fucked, and could anyone blame me if my thought processes weren’t up to my usual standard?

Ono pumped more body wash into his big hands, then he placed them on my skin, tenderly bathing me without paying too much attention to any one spot.

His brows furrowed, and he sucked in a breath as he massaged my breasts, lifting and caressing each one, carefully teasing the tight buds before leaving them, and me, aching.

He moved his hands lower, using the flat of his palms to coast over my soft belly and my hips. Last, he cupped them over my ass.

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