Cole.”
Jax closes the door, feeling a bit deflated he didn’t offer her any more or tease her about the nurse’s outfit. She slips the high heels from her feet and throws them across the room, and then slides down the wall until she’s sitting on the floor. She buries her face in her knees, remembering the feel and taste of Cole. She’s never opened up so easily to someone before. Hell, none of her co-workers even know about her childhood. Tears begin to prick at her eyes, but Jax refuses to shed one single tear and chalks it up to exhaustion and wine.
“Jax.” A knocking on her door startles her.
She stands and peeks through her peephole to see Cole, and without another thought, she opens the door.
“I, uh...” Cole tucks his hands into his pockets. “I don’t want to be a player with you, but we did agree on steak and the naughty nurse costume.”
Jax smiles at Cole’s stumbling over his words. Her own eyes have seen the images and read the stories on the World Wide Web, and he’s trying so hard to be different.
“Listen, player, sometimes a naughty nurse needs a bad boy just for one night.”
“One night?”
“I need one night with you, Cole.”
He takes two giant steps toward Jax, grabbing her by the face and slamming into her. Their lips meet and take over like they did in the restaurant, neither of them holding back now. Cole grips Jax’s ass and easily lifts her up and wraps her legs around his waist. He finds the nearest wall and presses up against her.
Jax pushes back from him, but he makes it impossible to do. She tries again and again, until he finally gets the clue.
“Nurse outfit,” she says breathlessly.
Cole looks at her with an odd expression.
“I bought a nurse’s outfit for tonight. Let me go put it on.”
He drops his forehead to hers. “You really bought one?”
“I wanted dessert.”
Cole sets Jax to her feet. “Then by all means.”
He steps back and watches her sashay down a hallway.
“But I’m only giving you five minutes before I come looking for you.”
Jax giggles as she makes it halfway down the hall, sprinting to get to her closet. She pulls on the knee-high white stockings first, then slips out of her dress. She catches her reflection in her full-length mirror and wishes like hell she was brave enough to go out there dressed only in the stockings. Jax smiles back at herself, proud of how beautiful her body is. She was raised to always be better, and if she wasn’t, her parents would fix it. She turned down the offer of a boob job and nose job in high school, and standing here she’s glad she did so.
“Two minutes, Doc.”
“Hey, it’s Nurse Nancy to you.”
Jax throws the dress over her head. She tugs it down as low as it will go and then stuffs her breasts in it. She checks her ass out in the mirror, and it’s barely covered by the bottom of the white material. She doesn’t stop too long to think about the degrading costume because the ache between her thighs controls her every decision.
“Thirty seconds.”
Her trembling hands open the door, and she begins strutting down the hallway.
“Wait, Cole, close your eyes.”
“Jax, you’re killing me.”
“Close your goddamn eyes now.”
“Fine.”
Once she sees his eyes shut, she races over to her high heel shoes and places them on her feet and then turns to Cole, who is settled on her couch.
“I heard someone had a boo-boo.” Jax bites down on her pointer finger.
Cole opens his eyes and gasps. “Holy fuck. I thought you were shitting me.”
“Where does it hurt, little boy?”
Cole remains speechless on the couch with his eyes roaming Jax’s body. She appreciates his stare of approval. Jax drags her hands to her breasts and readjusts them.
“Where is your owie?”
Her voice snaps Cole from his seductive glances, and she watches his hand glide from the back of the couch to rest on his crotch. Jax’s jaw drops as she watches him lightly squeeze it.
“Right here.” He
Jax closes the door, feeling a bit deflated he didn’t offer her any more or tease her about the nurse’s outfit. She slips the high heels from her feet and throws them across the room, and then slides down the wall until she’s sitting on the floor. She buries her face in her knees, remembering the feel and taste of Cole. She’s never opened up so easily to someone before. Hell, none of her co-workers even know about her childhood. Tears begin to prick at her eyes, but Jax refuses to shed one single tear and chalks it up to exhaustion and wine.
“Jax.” A knocking on her door startles her.
She stands and peeks through her peephole to see Cole, and without another thought, she opens the door.
“I, uh...” Cole tucks his hands into his pockets. “I don’t want to be a player with you, but we did agree on steak and the naughty nurse costume.”
Jax smiles at Cole’s stumbling over his words. Her own eyes have seen the images and read the stories on the World Wide Web, and he’s trying so hard to be different.
“Listen, player, sometimes a naughty nurse needs a bad boy just for one night.”
“One night?”
“I need one night with you, Cole.”
He takes two giant steps toward Jax, grabbing her by the face and slamming into her. Their lips meet and take over like they did in the restaurant, neither of them holding back now. Cole grips Jax’s ass and easily lifts her up and wraps her legs around his waist. He finds the nearest wall and presses up against her.
Jax pushes back from him, but he makes it impossible to do. She tries again and again, until he finally gets the clue.
“Nurse outfit,” she says breathlessly.
Cole looks at her with an odd expression.
“I bought a nurse’s outfit for tonight. Let me go put it on.”
He drops his forehead to hers. “You really bought one?”
“I wanted dessert.”
Cole sets Jax to her feet. “Then by all means.”
He steps back and watches her sashay down a hallway.
“But I’m only giving you five minutes before I come looking for you.”
Jax giggles as she makes it halfway down the hall, sprinting to get to her closet. She pulls on the knee-high white stockings first, then slips out of her dress. She catches her reflection in her full-length mirror and wishes like hell she was brave enough to go out there dressed only in the stockings. Jax smiles back at herself, proud of how beautiful her body is. She was raised to always be better, and if she wasn’t, her parents would fix it. She turned down the offer of a boob job and nose job in high school, and standing here she’s glad she did so.
“Two minutes, Doc.”
“Hey, it’s Nurse Nancy to you.”
Jax throws the dress over her head. She tugs it down as low as it will go and then stuffs her breasts in it. She checks her ass out in the mirror, and it’s barely covered by the bottom of the white material. She doesn’t stop too long to think about the degrading costume because the ache between her thighs controls her every decision.
“Thirty seconds.”
Her trembling hands open the door, and she begins strutting down the hallway.
“Wait, Cole, close your eyes.”
“Jax, you’re killing me.”
“Close your goddamn eyes now.”
“Fine.”
Once she sees his eyes shut, she races over to her high heel shoes and places them on her feet and then turns to Cole, who is settled on her couch.
“I heard someone had a boo-boo.” Jax bites down on her pointer finger.
Cole opens his eyes and gasps. “Holy fuck. I thought you were shitting me.”
“Where does it hurt, little boy?”
Cole remains speechless on the couch with his eyes roaming Jax’s body. She appreciates his stare of approval. Jax drags her hands to her breasts and readjusts them.
“Where is your owie?”
Her voice snaps Cole from his seductive glances, and she watches his hand glide from the back of the couch to rest on his crotch. Jax’s jaw drops as she watches him lightly squeeze it.
“Right here.” He
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