Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Jamison.” The way she says my name is like hearing it for the first time.
“I’m good at keeping secrets. You can tell me.” I lick her lip again, and she nods ever so slightly. “Good girl.” I rub my nose against hers, and she looks up at me through her lashes. “Now give me the ribbon.”
“Okay.” Her hand is shaky as she reaches up and tugs the ribbon out of her hair. Once it’s free, she holds it out to me.
“My hands are tied,” I tell her and nod to the front of my pants. “You’ll have to do it for me.”
She keeps her eyes on mine as she slowly pulls on the front of my sweats and slides the ribbon down them. I’m not wearing any underwear, and her hand brushes over my hard cock. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t take her hand away. Instead she surrounds my cock with her fingers like she’s measuring my girth.
The feel of her on me, the scent of her so close, how was I ever going to resist? That one touch is all it takes before I’m cumming all over her hand and inside my pants.
As soon as I’m spent, she withdraws her hand and stares at me with an expression I can’t read. Is it regret?
She parts her lips to say something, but then the doors on the other side of the group room burst open, and Dr. Crane walks through them.
Chapter Five
MIA
What the hell did I just do? I hide my hand under the table, but I can still feel Jamison’s release on it. I wipe it along the waistband of my scrubs so that I can pull my top down over it. I'm praying that this will conceal it because there isn’t much else I can do about it.
When I push back out of my chair, I’m thankful Jamison unlocks his leg from around it. I need to put some distance between us before Dr. Crane sees what I did. When I look at him, I see his eyes narrow ever so slightly like he’s trying to figure something out.
My heart starts to pound as Dr. Crane heads toward us. I look at Jamison out of the corner of my eye, and I wonder if he’s going to say anything about what we did. Or, I suppose, what I did. It could end my nursing career before it even begins. What the hell was I thinking? Obviously I wasn’t.
I could lie.
The thought slices through me. There’s no way I could do that. It would be such a betrayal to Jamison. Sure, it would be easy, and everyone would believe me after what happened between Jamison and me. Not to mention, he’s the patient in this situation. They would take my word over his in a heartbeat. I’m sure of it.
Jamison leans back in his chair as far as his restraints will allow. He’s more relaxed than ever, but I suppose getting off two seconds ago helped. I’d barely touched him, and he came all over the both of us.
I glance down to see if there might be a wet spot showing on his pants but nothing’s there. However, he’s still hard and the outline of his cock is pronounced. Why didn’t it go down after he came? I lick my suddenly dry lips and press my thighs together. I would have thought the sudden rush of reality would cool my desires, but here we are.
Under his breath, Jamison whispers to me, “Relax, Mia.”
In some kind of twisted turn of events, Jamison’s words do just that. I relax back into my chair, and an odd sense of trust takes place between us. He’s not going to get me into trouble. I’m not certain how I know that, but I’ll add it to all the other strange things I feel when I’m with him.
“Good evening, Dr. Crane.” I try to keep my voice even and courteous.
“Mia,” Dr. Crane says, giving me a smile. “I told you to call me James.” He did, but it's incredibly unprofessional, especially now that we're working together.
“Maybe she doesn’t want to call you that.” Jamison winks at me. “I can give you a few other names to choose from.”
Dr. Crane’s smile falls away. “Has someone not had enough time in solitude?" he snaps, making me sit up straighter.
“Is someone jealous that I got the first taste?” Jamison smirks, and a small gasp escapes me. I shouldn’t be shocked. Based on everything he’s said to me, it’s practically tame.
“That’s enough,” Dr. Crane says, looking around the room. “Where is Alton?”
“It’s fine.” I stand up, placing my hand on Jamison's shoulder. I don’t want him to get into trouble, and obviously I’m partly to blame. I let things go further than they should have, and I still don’t know what came over me. There’s a mysterious pull between us, and it’s even present in my sleep. “We were just reading, but I should finish my rounds.”