Indulgent Pleasures

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