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I nod. “Ice and ibuprofen, too. And elevation. But I took care of that part.”


She marches to the bathroom and returns quickly with two pills and a cup of water. I down the ibuprofen. She rounds the corner into the kitchen and reappears seconds later with a hand towel and an ice pack. She wraps the towel over the pack, takes off my shoes and socks, and pushes up the bottom of my pant leg. She parks herself on the table and presses the pack gently to my ankle.

“Ouch! It’s freezing.”

She rolls her eyes. “It’s supposed to be frozen. It’s ice.”

“It’s so cold.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible patient?”

I frown. “I try to never be the patient.”

A soft smile plays on her face. “But this time, you have a nurse who offers a special brand of TLC.”

And my foot isn’t cold anymore. In fact, it barely hurts at all when Josie rests the ice on my foot, cuddles up by my side, and kisses the hell out of me.

Ten minutes later, my foot is frozen, but everything else is on fire.

“You going to be okay?” she asks.

“I’ll live,” I say with a pout. There’s one good thing about twisted ankles—the recovery time is quick. There’s a bigger problem, though, in my pants. I cast my gaze to my hard-on. “But can you do anything about this new issue you’ve created?”

A grin spreads on her face. “That is my special nursing talent,” she says, standing and stripping. With each shred of clothing that comes off, I’m harder and more aroused. How that’s possible, I don’t know. But that’s the Josie effect. She does this to me, and I help her along by unzipping my jeans and pushing them to my knees.

In her naked glory, she grabs a condom from the table and straddles me. I brush strands of pink hair from her face. “Your pink is fading,” I say, as I run a finger over her locks.

“I need to touch it up. I’ll do it tomorrow morning, since I’m not working. Takes me a little while since I have to focus on putting the color in so I don’t get it all over my neck,” she says as she opens the condom wrapper.

“Do you want me to help? I have steady hands.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course,” I say, wishing I could add the full truth. I’d do anything for you.

She drops a kiss to my lips then rolls the condom onto my dick. So much for the hair talk. All I care about now is this. She lowers herself onto me, and her wet, warm pussy hugs my cock. We groan in unison. Electricity rushes through me. Pleasure spreads to every damn molecule. I grip her hips. “Jesus, Josie.”

She rises up on my dick, then back down. “I know, right? It’s so good.” Her voice sounds as if it’s breaking.

I cup her cheeks as she rides me. “What am I going to do with you?”

She shakes her head, like she barely knows the answer either.

“You’re so fucking good to me,” I say, then crush her lips to mine.

I don’t know how to do this. Not when she owns me, not when she takes care of me, and not when she fucking wins my heart over and over.

I can’t stop feeling this way. I can’t stop falling. I’m so fucking in love with her, it hurts. I want to be the one who wants her, and be the one she wants, just like she asked for.

“One guy who wants me the way I want him.”

You have him, I want to say. He’s right fucking here.

She breaks our kiss as she rides me harder and wilder, and it’s spectacular watching her chase her pleasure. I drop my hand to her legs, rubbing her clit as she fucks me until she shudders and then breaks apart.

Her face falls next to mine, cheek to cheek, her mouth near my ear. “I don’t know how to stop.”

Hell if I know how, either.



Later, when we’re in bed, and I reassure her for the tenth time that her medicine worked and my ankle’s fine, she sets her hand on my shoulder. “Did you enjoy our date?”

That last word makes my breath catch. Her voice is nervous, like she truly hopes I’ll say yes.

“Loved it,” I say as I run my fingers through her hair.

“Even the kooky teacher and the class that totally wasn’t our style?”

I nod. “Even that.”

“It was perfect for us,” she says softly, snuggling closer.

Our. Date. Us.

That well of hope? It springs up again. This is the turning point. This is when she says she’s all in. This is us without a hitch.

She sighs and cuddles up against me. “I wish it could be like this.”

I tense. Because that doesn’t sound like all in. “Like what?” I ask carefully.

“Like tonight. Perfect. Even with your ankle.”

“But it can’t be?”

She looks up and meets my eyes. “I don’t want to lose you. You know that.”

I nod, afraid if I speak I’ll ruin what we have.

Or maybe she will, given her next words. “Chase,” she says slowly, her voice sad. “What happens when this ends?”

My chest aches. My heart stings. “What do you mean?” I choke out.