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Still unnerved, but trying to accept that I’ll get to learn a new skill under his direct tutelage, I look up to see Jessica gleefully watching our conversation ping pong back and forth like a super-fan at Wimbledon. Knowing her as I do, I’m shocked she hasn’t gone to look for popcorn. I give her a glare, quietly begging her not to let anyone else see her shenanigans.

“Once Mr. Lamb appears to be sedated, I’ll talk you through everything. Just stand here, at the end of the stretcher, and once he’s out we will pick up his leg and I’ll talk you through the reduction. You basically just have to pull really hard. You’ve got this,” he continues to speak in hushed tones.

I notice Dr. Silver step out and shut the door. Typically, the physician who pushes the sedative stays while the procedure is being performed to ensure the patient tolerates the anesthetic well and doesn’t come out of it too quickly. But given Dr. Barnes is here and, well…It is Dr. Silver, I’m not terribly surprised to see him leave. He’s probably heading to grab an early lunch.

“Jess, can you help me next door with Mrs. Harmon? She needs to go to the bathroom,” Holly asks.

“Uh, why do you need help with that?” Jess responds, looking annoyed.

“Have you seen Mrs. Harmon? She’s the equivalent of four of me,” Holly answers deadpan.

Exhaling in defeat, Jess looks to the two of us in question.

Grateful for the absence of an audience, I smile and tell her, “We’ll be fine.”

As she closes the door behind her, I whip back around with uncertainty to face Dr. Barnes. I don’t like feeling inadequate. Normally, I feel very confident in my skills. But this guy has had it out for me from the beginning, and I’ve already had to admit once that I couldn’t get the job done without him. Getting this reduction right is a high stakes game now.

“Okay, come stand here,” he directs, placing his hands on my hips and moving me toward the end of the stretcher. I’d removed my lab coat in anticipation of this procedure and can feel the warmth of his hands through my scrub pants. Thankfully, my hair is up in a bun today ‘cause it’s getting hot in here.God, Kat, get your head out of gutter. This is serious, remember?

“Mr. Lamb?” Dr. Barnes inquires, assessing if the sedative has kicked in. No response. His vitals look stable on the monitor and his breathing is relaxed. “I’m going to stand behind you and lift his leg. Just put your hands on either side of his ankle like this,” he states demonstrating the best placement.

I place my hands on either side of the patient’s ankle as instructed and watch as he folds his firm, muscular fingers over mine. The familiar sizzle of current is back, traveling from my fingers directly to my now aching groin. He inches closer. I can feel his warm breath dust over my neck, tickling the fine stray hairs by my right ear. Biting my lip, I attempt to prevent the escape of a moan.

“Okay, now gently, but firmly, we’re going to pull the foot toward you. Once we have it there, we’ll need to hold it for a bit until any spasms stop and then I’ll start to apply the splint.”

“Oh, uh huh,” I stammer, starting to jump between nervousness and…Oh hell, being completely turned on. This is taking me back to the night at the club. I feel his hands apply pressure to mine as we both pull the man’s foot and ankle toward us. It requires more tension than I anticipated. I spread my legs a little in order to have a better fulcrum to hold his leg for an extended period of time. As I shift my stance, I feel Dr. Barnes move even closer. He’s completely pressed against me now. I can feel the heat from his muscled chest against my shoulders, his strong arms cradling mine. He feels so good pressed against my backside. Uh, I bet he would look like a sex god plowing into me while I watched in the bathroom mirror. Good god it’s hot in here.

Chapter Twenty-One

Present Day

Nick

I’ve lost my mind. What’s more if this keeps up, I could lose my reputationandmy job. But I just can’t help myself. Leaning into Katarina’s luscious, firm ass, I can feel myself growing stiffer. Thank God I’m wearing my suit pants and not thin scrub pants like she is. Although, I can almost feel the heat radiating from her hot little backside into my groin.Good god, man, get control of yourself.

I step to the cast cart to retrieve the splinting material that Kat has already thoughtfully cut to fit. I miss the sweet warmth of her torso almost immediately. I walk to the sink and wet the ORTHO-GLASS slightly. Then, I wring out the water. Returning to the bedside, I slide the soft gauze and cotton padding around the patient’s foot, ankle, and leg in preparation for placing the splint. It’s a bit of a dance with Kat, having to work around her hands. I notice she still looks terribly nervous, although she’s done a perfect joband not commented on my outlandish behavior. About that time, I watch as her eyes dart up to mine and the expression…Is it hunger?Could she want this as much as I do?

Unable to stop myself, I return to stand behind her and lay my hands over hers. With a gentle tug, I remind her to keep holding traction on the ankle. This is honestly a pathetic excuse to touch her again, as she’s been doing this just fine without my help. I remain in this position temporarily and then shift to grab the ORTHO-GLASS and place it under his leg. As I mold it, I hold pressure there to let the splint harden slightly. This really isn’t necessary, as it’ll mold once the ACE wrap is applied, but it allows me to remain standing in this delicious position.

As I lean forward, I can’t help burying my nose in her hair and taking a deep inhalation. She smells like coconut.God, this woman makes me crazy. I just want to lick her. Her exhales are sounding a bit shaky. It’s then when I realize I’ve been nuzzling the base of her neck with my attempt to inhale her tropical scent. Attempting to refocus on the task at hand, I lean forward to clumsily wrap the leg and splint with an ACE wrap. This would be much easier from the side instead of standing behind her,but why the hell would I do that?

Again, I feel my hard cock bury between the succulent globes of her ass. As my body moves in response to wrapping the ACE bandage about Mr. Lamb’s leg, I cannot help jostling back and forth against her backside. The constant rubbing of my wanting dick against her tight body is sending me over the edge. “Jesus,” I hear escape my mouth before I can contain the utterance. Once I’ve finished wrapping, I coax her to gently lie the leg down. But instead of backing away, I place my hands flat on the bed on either side of her and continue to grind my pelvis against her. My mind sharpens through my trance, and suddenly, I’m faced with the fact this temptress could go to human resources and accuse me of harassment or worse. And she’d be well within her rights to do so. This isn’t me. I don’t behave this way!

I don’t have time to contemplate this any further, as this little Vixen is now pushing herself back into me and rocking her hips back and forth. Releasing a moan, I drop my head to her right shoulder.Holy fuck, I might come in my pants if she keeps this up. I thought the frustration at the club was bad, but if I believed for a second I could lock this patient’s door… Well, let’s just say Mr. Lamb might get an eye full when he woke up.

“Kat?” I growl into her ear.

“Nick?” I hear her return, her voice a mere quiver.

“Maude?” A third voice joins the party.

My eyes fly open with the unexpected sound of Mr. Lamb’s voice. I notice he’s still sleeping but look over my shoulder to verify his wife isn’t here just the same. Suddenly, the door flies open, and Jessica walks in. I try to save face as best I can on the fly. “It doesn’t have to look pretty. He just needs it immobilized until he can get to surgery,” I bark, as if irritated with her. “You did a fine job,” I try to reassureeveryonein the room. Yes, reassure everyone we’re acting like professionals and not trying out for a soft-core skin flick.

I slowly step away from the bed and attempt to carefully rotate away from Kat and Jessica, to conceal the bulge still present in my pants. I turn toward the large metal cart and state, “Thanks again for your help, Ms. Kelly.” As I push the monstrosity through the patient’s door, I notice a smirk on Jessica’s face as she eyes Katarina.

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Kat

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