Indulgent Pleasures

by Karen Erickson

  Withdrawing herself from his gentle grip, she went to the counter and dumped the plates into the sink. She went back to the table to collect everything else, including the salad plates and glasses. He watched, his golden-green eyes serious as they settled upon her and she cast a nervous smile in his direction, wishing he would say something, anything to ease her discomfort.

  “So do I get dessert?” He cocked a brow as he crossed his arms in front of his massive chest.

  Her mind went to the bowl of fresh strawberries in the refrigerator and she nodded. “If you’re good, you’ll definitely get dessert.”

  “Aren’t I always good?”

  Now he sounded downright cocky. She ignored his statement and went back to the sink, setting the remaining dishes in it and turning on the water. The unmistakable noise of a chair scraping against the floor sounded and she figured Justin had stood. Probably returning to his bed if he knew what was good for him.

  She rinsed the dishes and opened the empty dishwasher that was next to the sink, then set every dish inside. Tucking her hair behind her ear yet again, she set aside the pots and pans, wanting to wash those by hand.

  “Do you have any dish soap?” she called as she glanced about but didn’t spot any.

  “You never answered me.” His low voice sounded so close that she startled, whirling around to find Justin standing directly in front of her. One foot was slightly lifted, taking pressure off the swollen knee and the wolfish smile on his face clued her in on his intent.

  “Justin, I think you should go back to bed,” she started but he wouldn’t let her finish. Instead, he grabbed her by the upper arms and hauled her against him. Before she could get another word out, his mouth claimed hers, giving her a drugging kiss that made her head spin.

  “I’ll only go back to bed if you join me,” he murmured against her lips when he broke away from her, his mouth wandering to press tiny kisses along her jaw, down her neck.

  “I need to wash the dishes.” Her protest sounded weak even to her own ears and her arms slipped around him.

  “Fuck the dishes. My housekeeper comes on Tuesday. She can take care of them then.”

  “Justin.” She leaned back and stared up into his eyes. “That’s terrible. I don’t want to leave her this mess.”

  “Fine then clean it up later. Let’s go back to bed.”

  “You can’t do anything, remember? Doctor’s orders. And I’m not about to break your doctor’s orders.” She disentangled herself from him and resumed her place at the sink.

  A loud sigh sounded behind her and she knew he was frustrated. Probably just about as frustrated as she was. He went to stand next to her, his hip leaning against the counter and supporting the weight off his knee. “You’re right. We shouldn’t do anything.”

  She remembered the surprise she’d brought with her and stashed in the giant pantry and anticipation tingled within her. Yes, he couldn’t do anything to her. He shouldn’t exert himself in any way possible.

  But there was nothing said about her doing anything to him.

  Shutting off the water, she turned to face him. “Look, why don’t you go back to bed and rest for a bit while I clean the kitchen. I’ll prepare dessert for the both of us and serve it to you in bed. How does that sound?”

  His expression softened and he leaned in close, dropping a tender kiss to her lips. “That sounds great. I am kind of tired.”

  That walk from his bedroom to the kitchen had probably done him in. “You want me to help you back to your room?”

  He waved her off, no surprise. God, the man was stubborn as a mule. She wanted to make like a mule and kick him. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

  Hmm, she did worry about him. He was doing too much and not taking care of himself. She couldn’t help but feel a little responsible for that.

  She stacked the rest of the dishes into the dishwasher and then started a sink full of sudsy hot water for the pots and pans to soak while she wiped down the counters. All she needed was an apron and a pearl necklace and she’d be completely domesticated, the perfect little woman in the perfect little kitchen.

  The idea didn’t sound half bad. A wicked smile crossed her lips as she drew closer to the pantry.

  Especially when she thought of the sexy nurse’s costume waiting within. Justin’s eyes were going to pop out of his head when he spotted her serving him strawberries and whipped cream in that outfit.

  She couldn’t wait.

  * * *

  Justin adjusted himself, wincing at the pain in his knee. Once he’d finally made it back to his bedroom, he’d popped a few painkillers and collapsed into bed, feeling as if he’d just run ten miles. Instead, he’d walked a few feet and felt like shit.

  Stephanie had been right to turn him down, casting him that stern look he found so damn sexy. He imagined her looking at him like that with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on and wearing a prim dress. Her lips would be red, her hair soft around her shoulders and she’d be slapping a ruler against her palm.

  Yes, that image alone was his ultimate teacher fantasy. He’d had a huge crush on his freshman year English teacher and she’d worn sweet little dresses and black-rimmed glasses. Her eyes had sparkled when she spoke, she’d been young and so excited about teaching. Her lips had been full though not as lush as Stephanie’s and she’d had a nice rack. He’d jerked off many a night to her image before he’d finally screwed Sally Chaddock in the back seat of her older brother’s car one early spring night.

  Justin shook his head, wondering if he was attracted to Stephanie because she reminded him so much of his teacher Miss Carr. Something he’d never realized before, either.

  Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, he wondered what the hell was taking her so long. He had to admit it was kind of nice having someone else in the house. Whenever he was home, he was usually alone.

  Huh. There was no usually about it. He was always alone. He didn’t like bringing women back to his place because they thought it meant something. And with all of the other women in his life, they’d meant nothing to him.

  Except for this woman.

  He heard the click of Stephanie’s heels as she walked down his wood floor hallway and his brows furrowed. If he remembered correctly, he thought she hadn’t been wearing heels, instead she was wearing some sort of flat red shoe.

  And he only knew this because he checked out her feet every time they were together. He liked to check out what color her toenails were.

  She’d definitely turned him into a foot man. He never knew he had it in him.

  Scrubbing a hand over his face, he heard Stephanie’s sweet voice before he saw her.

  “Ready for dessert?”

  His hand dropped and he spotted her standing in the doorway, holding a tray with a bowl of strawberries and a smaller bowl of fresh whipped cream. But it wasn’t the food that had his attention. It was the outfit she was wearing.

  Some sort of nurse’s uniform but not one he’d ever seen an actual nurse wear before. It clung to her curvy form, the top buttons undone to showcase her straining cleavage, the skirt hitting her mid-thigh. She even wore one of those old-fashioned nurse’s hats, shiny red high heels on her feet and holy shit, were those pale white fishnets on her long legs?

  Justin broke out in a cold sweat. He probably would’ve had a heart attack if a nurse who looked and dressed like Stephanie showed up in his hospital room.

  “I hope I can make you feel better.” She walked into the bedroom, setting the tray on the bedside table. She stood above him, her ample cleavage making him drool, her now ruby red lips filling him with the urge to yank her down and kiss her senseless.

  “Where the hell did you get that outfit?” He sounded choked even to his own ears.

  “You like it?” She smiled and did a little twirl so fast her skirt flared in the back, giving him a view of her pert ass covered in sheer white panties.

  The fishnets were thigh highs. Lord have mercy, he didn’t think he could t
ake this.

  “I fucking love it,” he growled as he shoved his hair back from his forehead. His skin was on fire and his cock was standing at full attention. “Uh, why are you wearing it?”

  Why was she tempting him this way when she’d turned him down flat earlier? Doctor’s orders and all that crap.

  “I’m your nurse and I’m here to take care of you. I want to see to your every need.” She plucked a strawberry from the bowl and dipped it in the thick cream, then held it out toward his mouth. “Hungry for a sweet treat?”

  The only sweet treat he was hungry for was her. “Stephanie, what kind of game are you playing?”

  Those luscious red lips formed into a pout and she rested one hand on her hip. He swore he saw a flash of nipple with her movement and he wanted to groan. He also wanted to curse out his doctor for putting him on bed rest.

  He really wanted to curse out Stephanie for putting him through this exquisite torture.

  “You told me your doctor said you couldn’t do any strenuous activity, right? Well, that doesn’t mean that I can’t service you, right?” A dark brow arched, the cream on the tip of the strawberry looking ready to drip.

  Anticipation curled through his belly and he tensed with need. He liked the direction she was going. “What kind of services are you talking about?”

  Smiling, she took a step closer, holding the strawberry closer to his mouth. “Why don’t you relax and let me do all the work, okay?”

  She would get no protest from him.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Scoot over.”

  Justin did as she asked, giving her enough room so she could sit on the edge of the mattress. He was warm, his body heat seeping into her and she drew the strawberry slowly along the curve of his sensuous mouth, leaving a light trail of whipped cream in its wake.

  He sat perfectly still, his eyes glittering as he stared at her and she met his gaze. “Mm, looks like I made a mess.”

  She leaned in and licked at his lips, not touching him anywhere else, allowing her tongue to do a slow glide along first his lower lip, then his upper lip.

  Sitting back, she saw his skin gleamed with perspiration and she reached for him, trailing her fingernails down a rock hard bicep.

  God, he was strong and so sexy. She’d never tried role playing before, had always thought she couldn’t get into it but the minute she’d donned the outfit, a new sort of power had come over her that she couldn’t begin to explain.

  “Here.” She brushed the tip of the strawberry against his mouth. “Open up.”

  He did as she asked and she slipped the piece of fruit into his mouth. He bit down with strong white teeth, the juice from the plump fruit dripping onto his lips as he did so. She watched in fascination as he chewed and swallowed the bite, arousal moving through her in a slow, smoky haze.

  “Was it good?” she asked.

  Justin nodded, his gaze dropping to her chest for the briefest second before his eyes met hers once again. “Yes.”

  “Would you like another bite?”

  “Definitely.”

  Unable to help herself, she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue licking at the remaining fruit juices and he groaned. His hand came up, clasping the back of her head and she withdrew from his touch, shaking her head slowly. “Relax and let me do all of the touching okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Stephanie.” Her name was a protest as he dropped his hand, she saw it in his eyes but she wasn’t about to give in. Even though all she wanted was his hands all over her.

  This moment was all about him. He was a selfless lover, he always made sure to meet her needs and tonight, she was going to push her needs aside and give her all to him.

  He deserved it.

  “Justin,” she mimicked his tone, a little smile curving her lips. Grabbing another strawberry, she dragged it through the sweet cream and then held the fruit in front of his mouth.

  He opened automatically, taking a big bite and again the light red juice coated his lips, along with a smidge of whipped cream. She allowed her gaze to wander and noticed that he’d taken off his shirt once more. She had all of that gleaming hard muscle to play with. To touch and stroke and cover in whipped cream.

  Yum, yum, yum.

  Dipping her finger into the cream, she held it to Justin’s mouth and he wrapped his lips around it, sucking hard, his tongue licking. Her belly fluttered, her nipples tightening against the straining fabric of her uniform. She wore no bra since she’d wanted to give Justin a little surprise.

  “Tastes good,” he murmured when he finally released her finger and her pussy gave a little clench in response.

  She loved his mouth, the way he kissed, the way he spoke. She could stare at it all day, watching it move when he talked, relishing the way he kissed her. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his, teasing him with her tongue, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip. He tasted like strawberries and sweet cream and something else, something she’d never been able to put her finger on yet noticed every time he kissed her.

  He tasted like Justin. And that was her favorite taste of all.

  His murmur of pleasure rippled through her, reminding her of her task at hand. Reluctantly withdrawing from him, she scooped up more cream and drew her finger along his chest, dotting him with little mountains of white.

  A lazy half smile crossed his face as he stared down at his chest. “Nice. Trying to dirty me up?”

  “I’m trying to sweeten you up.” She shifted, her face hovering above his chest and she breathed his delectable scent deep into her lungs, savoring it.

  From the corner of her eye, she watched him watch her, his chest still, as if he were holding his breath. Maybe he was, which only made the anticipation that much more sweet, made her linger that much longer above him. And then finally, finally she dipped her head, her tongue laving the dollops of cream from his heated skin one after the other.

  His eyes slid closed and he sighed, arching up the slightest bit. She smothered each of his hard nipples with cream and sucked first one, then the other into her mouth.

  Justin reached for her and she ducked, shaking her head when he opened his eyes. “No touching remember? This is all about you.”

  “Damn it, Stephanie,” he growled, his expression a mask of frustration.

  A thrill zipped through her. She didn’t realize she’d get such a kick out of this. “Just put your hands behind your head and enjoy, Justin. Trust me.”

  “Oh, I trust you, baby. I just like touching you while you touch me.”

  His admission spread warmth throughout her body and moisture gathered between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together, suddenly aching, and he didn’t miss her movements.

  “I can make you feel good, too, you know.” His low, dangerously persuasive voice almost made her cave.

  Almost.

  Ignoring his words, she shifted and grabbed the sheet that covered him, yanking it down. He wore black jersey shorts, the front of them straining from his impressive erection and she touched him there, her fingers light, barely grazing him.

  He groaned, his hips bucked and she marveled at how easily she aroused him. She felt strong, powerful and without hesitation, her fingers curled around the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down until his cock sprang free.

  “No underwear?” She pulled his shorts down his legs and off, tossing them onto the floor.

  He lay before her gloriously bare and all hers to lavish attention upon. His eyes opened, his gaze burning into hers and she leaned over him, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

  Justin licked his lips, propping himself up on the pillows beneath him. “I was lazy today.”

  “I like you lazy.” Her fingers drifted across his rock hard belly, tracing every indentation and dip of muscle and flesh. His body was like a work of art, truly the most beautiful man she’d ever had the privilege to touch and feast upon. She wanted to get her fill tonight.

  Scooping up more whipped cream
with the tips of two fingers, she spread it over his belly, watching it slowly melt from the warmth of his skin. Quickly, she licked his belly, the cream dissolving on the tip of her tongue, his body heat scorching.

  The insistent nudge of his cock thrilled her, but she wanted to take her time, tease him until he was a quivering mass of begging flesh. She ignored his cock and moved closer, straddling his belly. Her wet panties brushed against his hard stomach and for that brief moment, she would’ve given anything to move down a little and let his cock press against her most intimate spot.

  But she didn’t, she couldn’t. There would be no intercourse tonight. She wasn’t about to hurt him or give him too hard of a workout. He needed to take care of himself and she wasn’t about to be responsible for making his condition even worse.

  His hands automatically went to her waist, his long, thick fingers gripping her, scorching hot through the thin fabric of her uniform. “I wish I would’ve had this type of treatment while I was in the hospital.”

  She laughed and braced her hands on his pecs. “I’m sure you do.”

  He smiled in return. “Hell, yes. None of the nurses were as pretty as you, though.”

  Stephanie loved how he always complimented her and made her feel good. She decided to reward him by unbuttoning the top of her uniform, undoing each little button nice and slow, revealing her naked skin inch by inch.

  He watched, his eyes riveted to her chest, his breathing accelerated, his lips parted. She nudged the fabric aside, flashing him a glimpse of one breast, distended nipple and all and he swallowed hard.

  “Wow,” he breathed as if he’d never seen her naked before.

  Adjusting the top so both of her breasts popped out, she sat on top of him, feeling wicked and more than a little naughty. Her skirt hiked up from her position, revealing the top edge of her fishnet thigh highs and her breasts hanging out of her top. Her soaking wet panties settled against his hard stomach and she gripped his shoulders. She was hanging over him like some sort of offering.