My $70k Nurse Trap - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I bolted upright—thank God we were in the dressing room where no one could see. After stealing one last glance at my reflection, I adjusted the scandalously short skirt barely covering my thighs and stepped out, cheeks burning.
Vincent lounged in nothing but his boxers, his gaze stripping me bare. "Christ, Luna—those legs could start wars," he drawled, eyes raking over me like I was dessert. When I reached him, he seized my hand for a kiss while his other palm cupped my ass.
Electric heat shot through me. "Hands off!" I shoved him hard, fury flashing in my eyes.
Vincent just smirked, lingering on my cleavage before murmuring, "Once this cast comes off, I'm relocating to Zurich. This place?" He gestured at the Beverly Hills mansion's gilded walls. "It's yours." His thumb brushed my wrist. "You know what I'm offering."
My breath hitched. Three floors of marble and chandeliers—a fantasy my schoolteacher salary could never touch. But I lifted my chin. "Respect goes both ways, Vincent. One more grope and I'm filing harassment charges."
"Easy, tiger." He released me with a laugh. "Just breaking the tension."
I busied myself with his physical therapy, kneading his muscles while ignoring how little he wore—and how often his body reacted.
Everything changed the night Margaret left us alone.
"Luna." Vincent's voice turned husky. "I need to piss."
Normally his nurse handled this, but with Margaret gone... My stomach twisted as I reached for his waistband, pulse roaring in my ears.
The moment his boxers slid down, I froze. Adult movies with my husband hadn't prepared me for this—the heat of him in my grip, the sound of running water turning my face scarlet. When he thickened against my fingers, I nearly bolted.
Afterward, I fled like Cinderella at midnight.
But something shifted. Soon I was modeling stockings in crimson and black, preening at Vincent's wolf-whistles. That's how I found myself in a skin-tight nurse outfit, cleavage spilling over the neckline, checking my reflection with a thrill I'd never admit aloud.
Margaret's absence notice glowed on my phone. Time for Vincent's bath.
Vincent lounged in nothing but his boxers, his gaze stripping me bare. "Christ, Luna—those legs could start wars," he drawled, eyes raking over me like I was dessert. When I reached him, he seized my hand for a kiss while his other palm cupped my ass.
Electric heat shot through me. "Hands off!" I shoved him hard, fury flashing in my eyes.
Vincent just smirked, lingering on my cleavage before murmuring, "Once this cast comes off, I'm relocating to Zurich. This place?" He gestured at the Beverly Hills mansion's gilded walls. "It's yours." His thumb brushed my wrist. "You know what I'm offering."
My breath hitched. Three floors of marble and chandeliers—a fantasy my schoolteacher salary could never touch. But I lifted my chin. "Respect goes both ways, Vincent. One more grope and I'm filing harassment charges."
"Easy, tiger." He released me with a laugh. "Just breaking the tension."
I busied myself with his physical therapy, kneading his muscles while ignoring how little he wore—and how often his body reacted.
Everything changed the night Margaret left us alone.
"Luna." Vincent's voice turned husky. "I need to piss."
Normally his nurse handled this, but with Margaret gone... My stomach twisted as I reached for his waistband, pulse roaring in my ears.
The moment his boxers slid down, I froze. Adult movies with my husband hadn't prepared me for this—the heat of him in my grip, the sound of running water turning my face scarlet. When he thickened against my fingers, I nearly bolted.
Afterward, I fled like Cinderella at midnight.
But something shifted. Soon I was modeling stockings in crimson and black, preening at Vincent's wolf-whistles. That's how I found myself in a skin-tight nurse outfit, cleavage spilling over the neckline, checking my reflection with a thrill I'd never admit aloud.
Margaret's absence notice glowed on my phone. Time for Vincent's bath.
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