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thing with Brock go. For me and for Mum.”
    He bends to kiss me. “I really want to kick his ass.”
    I smile as he nuzzles my neck. “Take it out on my ass instead.”
    “Hmm,” he whispers darkly. “Your ass is going to cop it very soon as well.” He nips my neck and I yelp.
    “Promises, promises Stanton,” I giggle. God I love this man. The nurse re-enters. Hmm, this one is young and pretty and I feel a sudden pang of jealousy, especially since I have just felt that he is in full rut under that gown.
    “Do you need help to shower?” she asks him.
    His eyes dance with delight as he looks at me mischievously. “Maybe,” he replies.
    I look at him deadpan. “I’ve got it,” I snap.
    He gives me a broad beautiful smile and winks at me. Bastard.
    “No, my wife will help me shower, but can you take the drip out so I can please.”
    She smiles, knowing exactly what he’s playing at. “Yes sure.” I watch as she slowly takes his drip out of the cannula and prepares the bathroom. “I will put a do not disturb sign on the room’s door for twenty minutes. Lock the door but there is a buzzer if you need any help, ok?”
    I smile and nod. “Ok,” I reply. I follow Joshua into the bathroom and he shuts the door and locks it behind us. His eyes drop to my feet and back up again and he ticks his jaw and gently cracks his neck.
    I smirk. “Get that look out of your eyes, Joshua. It’s not happening. You are here because you are sick.”
    He drops the gown and puts his head to the side. “Do I look sick?”
    My eyes drop to his perfect erect manhood … my heart drops as I go weak with want—it’s been so long.
    He gently runs his hands through my hair. “I’ve missed my beautiful girl,” he whispers. His lips meet mine and he blesses me with a tender open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slowly taking what he wants. I hold my breath as he slowly peels off my clothing and pulls me by the hand into the shower. We stand under the strong stream of water kissing and embracing each other. This is home. I stand under the water with my head on his chest for fifteen minutes, his arms wrapped protectively around me. I’ve missed his strength, his tenderness, every damn inch of him. His lips tenderly take mine as he runs his hand over my breast and down my stomach and then further down to between my legs. He closes his eyes at the contact.
    “There’s my beautiful tight girl,” he whispers. His hands are gentle and loving … tender. I involuntarily throw my head back as he pushes a finger inside me and then another one. His thumb circles on my clitoris in perfect pressure. He knows my body so well, knows exactly how to make me lose all coherent thought. “My beautiful girl, I love you.” He kisses me again as he slowly lifts my leg so I am standing on one foot to give him greater access to my throbbing centre. His fingers start to slowly pulse inside me and my eyes roll back in my head … this is what I need.
    “I can’t wait presh … I have to be inside you. Now.”
    My breathing catches. “Josh we are in a hospital room. No.”
    He smiles as his eyes drop to my lips. “You don’t have a say in it. You told the nurse you were going to look after me and she can’t come back in here when I’m in this state.”
    I smile. “I know what you are doing,” I whisper.
    He smiles into my neck. “What am I doing?”
    “Trying to make me jealous,” I reply.
    He bites my neck again. “I’m too hard. It’s not going to go down and you don’t want the nurse to see me like this, do you baby?”
    I smile and narrow my eyes. He’s really not playing fair. “Tash, I need to be inside you—it’s been too long. I can’t wait. Look, I’ll sit and you can do all the work.” His skin is covered in water beads, his large erection hangs heavily between his legs, his eyes are dark and his big beautiful lips are open with want. I’ve never seen anything quite so erotic in my life. He gestures to the bench seat in the