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and saw all of her juicy,
creamy naked skin he was a goner. Her chattering teeth had been the
only thing to keep him from dragging her to the floor and exploring
her lush body.
    When he lifted her out of the shower
he had honestly meant to dry her off quickly and help her to the
bedroom so that she could eat and rest. Unfortunately, the moment
he stroked the towel across her breasts and her nipples pebbled in
reaction all of his good intentions flew out the door.
    His earlier observation was right. Her
breasts were more than a handful and her nipples were perfect
complements to them. He slowed his brisk rubbing down to light
strokes wanting to see her nipples extend even further. His mouth
watered when they distended into tight points. He wandered how they
would feel against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He wanted
to gorge himself on them. He wanted to suck them into his mouth and
have her squirm underneath him. He wanted to bite them softly and
hear her gasp out in pleasure. God he wanted to fuck her
senseless.
    His brain clouded with
images of her coming apart in his arms. He licked his lips and
tilted his head forward. Just one
taste , he thought, just one taste of her
succulent tits…
    “ Ah-choo!”
    Veronica’s sneeze rang out through the
air, snapping him out of his daze. His gaze shot up to her face and
he saw her sniffle. He felt like an ass.
    Shaking his head he resumed his brisk
rub down. After a few tense moments he lifted her and carried her
over to the bed. He laid her down gently and helped her sit up with
her back against the headboard. He even helped bring the comforter
up to cover her up to her neck.
    “ Do you think you can handle
some food,” he asked gruffly, staring down into her wide
eyes.
    “ I think I hate you,” she
replied back in a shaky voice.
    Victor threw his head back and barked
out a rough laugh.
    “ Well there goes your
dessert,” he said turning to her dresser and picking up a tray of
food he placed there earlier.
    “ I found some ice cream in
the back of your freezer and now I’m just going to keep it all for
myself,” he continued as he placed the tray on her lap.
    He watched as she stared down at the
tray and looked back up to scowl at him.
    “ I’m not hungry,” she
said.
    “ Yes you are. You’re just
feeling too sick to tell,” he said.
    “ If you finish at least half
of the soup I’ll stop pestering you,” he promised.
    That statement seemed to galvanize
Veronica into motion. Victor held back another laugh as he watched
her eat. He knew she thought he meant he would leave if she ate.
The woman was just too damn cute. He watched her for a few more
moments before turning and heading back to the kitchen.
    Once in the kitchen he began gathering
the makings of an old home remedy his mother used make for him when
he was young. He concentrated on the basic movements of the task to
keep his mind from thinking about Veronica and her delectable body.
He boiled some water in a kettle and rummaged around the kitchen
cabinets. After the water was done boiling he finished making his
concoction and poured the excess water into a small mug. He grabbed
a clean dish towel then grabbed both mugs and headed back to the
bedroom.
    When he reached the bed he placed both
mugs on the night table and walked into the bathroom to search for
some aspirin. Returning to the bedroom he glanced down at Veronica.
Her eyes were drooping and her hand was trembling as she struggled
to bring a spoonful of soup to her lips.
    “ It looks like you’ve had
enough,” he said.
    He leaned over and took the spoon from
her hand and lifted the tray from her lap. Her eyes lifted to his
in triumph.
    “ Yeah, thanks for the help,”
she said.
    “ I’m sure you can see
yourself out,” she continued with a small smile spreading across
her lips.
    “ Not so fast Princess,” he
said smiling down at her.
    “ You still need to take
something for that fever.”
    “ I already told you. I don’t
have a