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fantastic.”

I beam. Daniel winks.

Adan stands. “Fuck me. Are we done here?”

“Sorry, Doc,” I say, standing too. “He’s moody.”

Daniel waves it off. “It’s no problem. See you in a week, Adan.”

Adan walks out and Daniel calls after me, so I stop in my tracks and turn toward him.

“If it gets too much for you, Ramona, feel free to call me anytime.”

Oh, boy.

He is flirting with me.

“It’s nothing,” I say, shrugging. “He doesn’t bother me.”

“There is support, if you need it. You can get a second nurse, to help break it up for you.”

“It’s not forever, and I could use the experience, if I’m being honest. I don’t really want to share.”

“Understandable. If you’d ever like to get together, I’m happy to talk you through any questions you might have.”

There it is.

I grin. “Well, I wouldn’t mind chatting to a doctor ...”

He grins now, too. “Here’s my number, feel free to call anytime.”

He hands me his card that contains his cell number. “I will.” I smile. “Catch you later, Doc.”

I walk out with a huge smile on my face. Adan is waiting for me at the front counter, and once we’ve fixed up the receptionist, we walk out to the car and the second we’re out the front door he turns to me. “You goin’ to fuck my doctor now?”

I stop, staring at him with wide eyes. “What on earth gives you that impression?”

“The man is practically fuckin’ humping your leg he’s that into you.”

I flush. It’s that obvious?

“Well, I mean, he is only human.”

“He’s my doctor.”

“Yes, and I’m not his patient.”

“You’re my nurse.”

“Great job on figuring that out, Adan.”

He growls. “He’s not your type. Way too clean cut.”

“Since when do you know my type?”

He studies me, eyes scanning over my face. “I know it. You like a man who is going to take charge, slam you against a wall when he walks through the door and fuck you right there, panties ripped to the side, teeth in your flesh as he drives his cock deep into your pussy.” He leans forward so his mouth is super close to mine, and my heart rate picks up. “That doctor ain’t goin’ to do that for you.”

With that, he straightens and turns, walking to the car.

My god.

Am I wet?

I’m wet.

I’m actually wet.

His words nearly brought me to my knees. They made my heart race and my skin prickle.

Damn him.

What would he know, anyway?

Daniel is a nice man. I can go out with a nice man. I can.

I’ll prove him wrong.

Just wait and see.

SMASH.

Grunt.

Smash.

Another grunt.

I stare at Adan walking around his apartment like a gorilla who has just escaped a zoo. He’s angry, mostly because he has been forced to follow the doctor’s orders for the last week and he’s losing his mind. He’s bored. He can’t even have women swarming all over him because he has been instructed to at least have a few weeks to do nothing and heal.

He’s horrible.

Living with him is like living with a really angry two-year-old.

He growls and barks at me every time I speak, he refuses to help with anything and instead throws orders around like he’s a king, he doesn’t sleep, and is forever smashing shit that gets in his way.

Moody bloody biker.

“Can you stop smashing things?” I mutter, walking over and picking up the same lamp I’ve picked up three times now because he knocks it off every single time he walks past it. My god he’s angry.

“Don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do,” he barks, spinning toward me, eyes wild with anger.

He’s only wearing a pair of pajama shorts, and even though I’ve seen every inch of him, it doesn’t mean he’s not absolutely gorgeous when he’s standing there, fuming, muscles tensed. He’s a spectacular man, and he knows it.

“Don’t yell at me or I’ll stop helping you. I’ll let you get an old, cranky nurse in here to sort you out. You think she’ll stand for this shit?”

His jaw ticks. “You have no idea what it’s like to not be able to use your fuckin’ hands. I can’t even have a god damned wank.”

I bite my lip, my god do I bite it. I bite it so hard it hurts, but it’s the only thing that’ll stop me from bursting out laughing. I didn’t even consider the fact that without women, the man can’t relieve himself. I know men like to do that, and it hadn’t even crossed my mind that he can’t.

Oh, boy.

He stares at me. “If you fuckin’ laugh ...”

“I’m not,” I practically wheeze. “I’m sorry you can’t, ah, stroke the log. It must be hard.”

He blinks, slowly. “Hard? It’s fuckin’ torture. I can’t have a woman around here, not a single fuckin’ thing to do but sit here and drown in my own cum.”

Oh, my god.

He’s so dramatic.

I bet he pulled the old “blue balls” line on girls when he was younger to get them to do what he wanted.

He is studying me now, like he’s got an idea.

“You could help me out.”

Oh, lord.

He’s really right upfront about it, isn’t he?

“I’m your nurse.”

“It’d take a fuckin’ minute of your day, nobody needs to know.”

“I’m not a mechanical hand.”

“Then suck it.”

Sweet Jesus.

“Yeah, but there was that time you told me I couldn’t give you a boner if I tried and that kind of put a sour taste in my mouth. Also, I don’t like giving pleasure without pleasure in return, I’m not one of those ‘fake it till’ you make it’ kind of girls. I need my fix, also.”

“You want pleasure? I can give you pleasure. I don’t have hands to use but I’ve got a mouth. Do we have a deal?”

God. He’s just so ... bold.

“No, we do not have a deal. You can’t stand me.”

“I’ll close my eyes.”

“Oh, my god, you’re the most unromantic dick bag I’ve ever met. How do you get the nickname Papi when you’re not charming, like at all? No. I’m not going to help you. I’m going to watch you suffer because I

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