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She smiled and gripped his soft cock with her muscles, then
laughed when his eyes widened. Women are supposed to exercise those
muscles for medical reasons, but I think I like this reason much better.
He chuckled and kissed her. Against her lips, he murmured, How
about a shower?
Do I stink?
He laughed and nuzzled his nose against hers in a playful way that
made her heart squeeze. You smell delicious. But I m determined to
make you come before I let you out of my room.
Mmm. Promises, promises.
He poked her in the side, and she laughed and slid off of him,
careful not to jostle him. Help the cripple into the bathroom. Then I ll
help you. He waggled his eyebrows, and that made her laugh even
harder.
In the shower stall, Dex sat on the plastic bench. With her
straddling his thigh, he proceeded to lather her all over with soap and
make her cry and scream in ecstasy when he brought her to not just one
climax but several, with his hands and wicked, wicked mouth. In the end,
she wound up on the floor on her knees, his reawakened cock in her
mouth. And finally, she got to taste his release as he shouted with his
climax and held her head in his big hands, his fingers tangled in her wet
hair.
Panting, she sat on her heels, her cheek resting on his thigh, as she
gently stroked his softening penis.
Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are? he asked.
She grinned and tilted her head so she could look up at him.
I m serious, sweetheart. He smoothed her tangled hair out of her
eyes.
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Thank you, was all she could say. Her brain was a little mushy
from the incredible orgasms, and her body felt boneless.
A knock on the bathroom door had her yelping and jumping away
from Dex, though. Then she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her
embarrassed giggle.
Breakfast will be ready in ten, Kevin called through the door,
laughter obvious in his voice.
You re a sick bastard, Dex called to him. Get the fuck out of my
bedroom.
Kevin laughed, but his voice faded as he moved away from the
door.
Oh, my God, Shelly muttered as she climbed to her feet.
Dex shook his head, grinning. Sorry about that.
Yeah, you sound sorry. She grabbed the soap from the dish,
lathered her hands, and leaned over Dex s shoulder to soap his back.
Hey, ohh& ahh& that feels good. I can finish up here alone
though, if you want to get dressed.
She massaged the tight muscles of his lower back, where his
injuries were, to help loosen them up after last night s and this morning s
stress on them. Oh, be quiet. You know you don t want me to go.
He groaned and leaned into her, resting his cheek against her
breast, his morning whiskers tickling and sending tingles through her.
Not ever, he muttered.
She pretended not to hear, because it was irrelevant. It didn t
matter. This was an impossible situation, and come tomorrow, when she
had a new security system and alarm installed in her house&
How in the hell was she ever going to revert to a patient/doctor
relationship with a man whose dick she d had in her mouth? More
importantly, how was she supposed to keep her hands to herself now that
she knew how incredible sex with him was?
We better get going, Dex said, putting his hands on her waist and
urging her away from him, or he could come back.
She stood up straight and frowned down at him. How s the pain?
Three.
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She pressed her lips together not believing him.
Seriously. I feel damn good right now. He grinned and slid his
hands from her waist to her hips, then tipped his thumbs toward her
mound. Don t you?
She snickered and pulled away from his hands. It was almost
embarrassing how just the thought of his fingers near her pussy again
made her hot and bothered& and wet.
Yeah, I feel pretty good, too. She opened the door and stepped
out of the shower stall, while Dex turned off the water.
She dried herself and watched through the frosted glass of the
shower stall how he pulled himself to his feet using the handrails, then
carefully walked with tiny steps to the door and stepped out. She moved
his wheelchair closer to him, but instead of sitting, he pulled a towel from
the bar, leaned against the wall, and dried himself off.
You been doing this on your own since you moved here? she
asked.
He gave her a sideways glance then shook his head. First month,
my parents were here. They moved into one of the rooms upstairs, and
Dad had the handrails and stuff put in here for me. Pretty fucking
embarrassing to be almost forty and have your daddy helping you in and
out of the shower like a baby. This was their room when we were growing
up.
You have a sister, right? She picked up Dex s comb from the
counter and wondered how she d get it through her tangles of wet hair.
He nodded. Lives in Chicago. Married with three boys. He
wrapped the towel around his waist and lowered himself onto the chair.
Once she knew he was safe and sound, she turned toward the mirror and
started working on the knots in her hair.
Anyway. Mom and Dad hung around until they were sure I was
capable of surviving on my own here. Mom wanted to hire a private duty
nurse, but I refused. I had you three times a week, and that was enough
torture. I sure as hell didn t want someone around here making me feel
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