Page 88 of The Oath We Take

He steps into the shower and starts the water running, holding his hand out beneath the spray to test the temperature. I love everything about this man’s body. Sure, he’s got ass cheeks that could probably crack a walnut, but it’s the breadth of his shoulders, the deeply muscled arms, and the way his abs pop when he raises his hands to run them through his hair as he steps beneath the spray.

When he sees me watching, he grins and slides his palms down his chest, until he reaches his cock. “You gonna come soap me, Nurse Deeks?”

If he wants to play and tease, I can do that too. I’m not in the sexiest of outfits. I kicked my sneakers off by the door, so I’m left in jeans and a T-shirt because I didn’t want to ride Lemmy for any distance wearing cutoff shorts. And I don’t have the best moves.

But Atom doesn’t seem to care.

He strokes his cock gently as I reach for the button on my jeans and shimmy them slowly over my hips. I kick them off and then grab the hem of the fitted T-shirt.

“You’ve got an incredible body, Nurse Deeks,” Atom says gruffly.

“Patients should be more focused on their own recovery than their nurse’s figure.” I toss the T-shirt to the ground.

“Hard to focus on anything other than those magnificent tits and all that smooth skin.”

“These?” I ask, squeezing them together as his eyes widen.

“Lose the bra, Nurse.”

I do as he says, and the panties. “Now, I need to wash you, and you aren’t allowed to touch me while I perform my duties.”

“Em,” Atom says, reaching for me.

“Uh-uh, Mr. Addams. That’s a violation of protocol. Please put your hands behind your back and leave them there.”

Atom narrows his eyes. “I’m not sure I’m loving this game anymore.”

“I am. Hands. Back. Now.”

With a wry smile, he does as I ask, and I begin the job of cleaning him. I wash his hair, then lead him back to rinse. Then, I add some conditioner before I begin the task of washing his face, neck, and chest.

His skin ripples with goose bumps, even though the shower water is hot. His nipples form erect peaks as I run my palms over his skin.

It’s an intimate thing to wash another human being with your bare hands. You touch every part of their body, even their most private places. And Atom’s need vibrates through me.

His tongue snakes over his lower lip as I slide both hands down either side of his groin, doing my best not to brush his cock at all.

It gives a small jerk of a bounce as I do so.

Atom moves as if to grab me, and I step away, my palms in the air. “Mr. Addams. Please. Don’t make me leave you in this state because you can’t follow the rules.”

“Em.” My name comes out accompanied by a groan, and I love the power I hold right now.

I step behind him and slide my soapy hands over his shoulders, down the strong muscles that flank his spine, to the dimples that sit at the base of his spine. Water splashes over me as I slide the side of my soapy palm through his butt cheeks.

It’s a slow and easy slide over his asshole to his balls.

“Fuck.” Atom hisses as his hips jerk.

I’ve read about prostate orgasms in men, but I’ve never tried giving one. I massage the space between his balls and ass with soapy fingers.

Atom sucks in a shuddering breath, but opens his legs a little wider, giving me more room.

“Feeling cleaner, Mr. Addams?”

“You’re testing my patience, Nurse Deeks.”

“Well, I like to test my patients,” I say, happy with my little play on words.

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