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nestled in his shoulder. My hips rocked as I pumped harder, faster. His hips remained still. I groaned low in my throat as my arms clasped his shoulders tightly. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
    In seconds, I reached my own orgasm, an incredibly powerful swirl and surge of feeling that left me stunned by its power. My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps. Finally, the contractions of my pussy around his cock ebbed and we just sat there for several seconds, both of us catching our breath. He stroked my hair as my fingers splayed along his upper shoulders and down his back.
    Finally, feeling so weak I didn’t think I could move, I lifted my head.
    “Well,” he said.
    I leaned back. “Well indeed,” I grinned. “I forgot what I came down here for.”
    He offered a slight shrug and pushed my hair back from my face. “Whatever it was, I’m sure this was better, wasn’t it?”
    I concurred. At his urging, I finally stood, my knees trembling with weakness. For a moment, I felt self-conscious. I stood naked in front of him, my silk underwear and top puddled on the floor at my feet. He stared up at me, but said nothing and I could think of nothing to say either. Words escaped me. I gestured lamely upstairs, and then, without another word, I crouched down, snatched up my clothing, and made a quick retreat.
    My body still burned with the aftermath of our passionate lovemaking as I raced up the stairs and back to my room. I can’t believe I had been so… so wanton! That’s the only way I could phrase it. This newfound sexuality was so new to me. For the first time in my life, I wished I had a best friend that I could confide in, talk to about this.
    I made my way into my room, closed my door and leaned against it for several moments. My heart was still racing. I quickly stepped into the bathroom, washed up, and then slid back between the sheets of my bed, still naked. I replayed the “kitchen episode” over and over again in my head, amazed at my own passions. I had never thought of myself as particularly sexual, but once again, I was forced to admit that there was something about Jax Andrews that was completely irresistible. With those thoughts running through my head, I fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

Chapter 3
    The following morning, I headed downstairs in my scrubs. This morning I had to deliver some paperwork and my timesheet to Nancy’s office, and then I was going to make a quick stop at the store, buy a few groceries, and a few more bandaging supplies at the local pharmacy to take care of Jax’s incision.
    I had finally convinced him to let me re-bandage it earlier this morning. It was healing nicely, but he still refused to adhere to my gentle reminders to go easy on the weight bearing exercises. The physical therapist was supposed to come in the next couple of days, and I’m sure that she expected much the same attitude from him, in which case she would likely “cease-and-desist” her efforts as formerly warned.
    Jax didn’t seem that concerned. It was only when I reminded him that she had to sign off on his therapy, and that his unit chief would probably need confirmation that he had completed therapy and was one-hundred percent before he was allowed back into his unit that he seem to have second thoughts. I had no idea if this was true, but it seemed as if he didn’t either, so the little white lie might serve him some good.
    I had just reached the bottom of the stairs and was prepared to turn to the kitchen, where I was going to grab the keys to the gray sedan, when I heard the knock on the door. Because my thoughts were on the errands I would be running, I forgot Jax’s warning about opening the door without his approval. I quickly peeked through the peep hole, saw a woman standing on the doorstep, and thought perhaps the physical therapist had come early. I quickly keyed in the alarm deactivation code and then opened the front door.
    “Hi,” I said. The woman standing in