Page 75 of Play With Me

I reach up and tug my hair. It hurts, but her voice continues. “Jude!”

My eyes flutter, and when I open them, Nora’s face is the first thing I see. She’s wearing her glasses, and her eyes are slanted in concern and relief. “Oh God, Jude! What the hell!”

She stands up. The light behind her is so bright for a moment, I have to squint.

“I think he’s okay,” she says to someone out of my line of sight. I lift my head up. I’m in a medical-looking office. The resort’s clinic room, just like we have at home. I drop my head back down.

“Sir,” a man’s voice says. He appears beside me, a middle-aged man with neatly combed gray-blond hair who looks sternly at me. “I’m the house nurse. You have heard of heat stroke?”

I groan.

“It’s why you fainted.”

I blink open my eyes. “I didn’t faint. I passed out.”

“There is no difference.”

“There’s a big difference!”

“Thank you, nurse,” Nora says.

He gives instructions to see him after I feel well enough to walk, then thrusts a bottle of water at Nora. “Have him drink this, and do not enter the spa with your parka on, sir.”

“I think he thinks I’m stupid,” I say, when he leaves the room.

“Maybe you were this one time,” Nora says. “What were you thinking?”

I sit up and the room spins only a little. “I’m fine, by the way.”

“I know. But I guess we’re even for that little head bonk in the library.”

I smile. She does too, but it fades quickly.

“Nora, I’m sorry. I needed to tell you what was going on before you thought anything was wrong.”

Nora folds her arms. She’s still in her bathing suit, and when her breasts squish together, my dick twitches. He’s the real idiot.

“Have you really not been with a woman in almost eight years?”

“Really,” I say.

“Do you think Cap would want you to punish yourself endlessly for having him?”

My stomach does a full roll at that. Leave it to her to get right to the point.

“I told you a long time ago I’m not cut out for relationships, Nora. It was just easiest if I cut out the other part too.”

She looks at me for so long I wonder if she’s seen right through me. If me not having sex was yet another of my ideas everyone else would think I was an idiot for coming up with.

“What would happen if you had sex again?” she asks.

I’m surprised by this question. But her eyes are on mine, and of course all I can think about is her, on the edge of the tub, coming so hard for me.

My dick swells further. “I don’t know.” That’s the truth.

“Have you sworn yourself off sex for life?”

“I don’t know,” I repeat, dumbly.

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