Eyes shut, I squeezed, then squeezed again. Oh wow, good dream. Very vivid. Like her breasts were really there, in my room, in my bed. In my hand. Well, since I was dreaming . . . I climbed on top of Blake and used both hands, cupping their heaviness, giving another squeeze as my fingertips went to her nipples. Her eyes flashed open. “Clearly you’re feeling better,” she hissed, then with a grunt shoved me off of her. “Nope,” I said with a chuckle. “Still delirious. Where we at with that nurse costume?” Blake quickly pulled on a hooded sweatshirt, covering up her white tank top and short black shorts. “No nurse costume. You’re healed. And I have to get to practice.” “What kind of nurse are you? You sleep with your patient, then leave at first light! I should fire you.” I grinned, then patted the spot next to me. “Five more minutes?” “Hey, I’m just following the rules, coach! Doesn’t it say in your contract that you can’t legally sleep with your clients?”
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