Page 263 of Ignite

Pushing my glasses back up, I start to unbutton my white coat.

He groans as he wakes. His mouth drops open.

“Fuck. Trouble. Fuck.”

He sounds breathless.

“It’s Nurse Hallie to you right now, sir.”

He runs his tongue along his lip and nods, eyes scanning my outfit. Or lack of it under the lab coat.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to do any strenuous activities, Nurse Trouble?”

I shake my head and open the jacket further so he can see the lacy set I put on for him.

“Oh, Mr. Quinn, you won’t be doing anything. You’re going to lie there like a good boy and let me see to you.”

He spreads his legs open, hands behind his head, showing off his huge biceps. But it’s that mischievous smirk that turns me on.

“Oh, baby. Service me however you please. I remember you told me once I needed my balls checked? Now might be a good time. Tongue works best, or so I’ve read online. But while you’re there, my dick probably needs some attention.”

I press my finger to my lips to hush him. I’ve got myself a yap king. Good thing I fucking love him.

“There’s only one of us that’s medically trained here, Mr. Quinn. I’d appreciate it if you just shut the fuck up and let me work.”

I crawl onto the bed and settle between his thick thighs.

“And if I recall correctly, you still have to beg for my forgiveness, Conan. You think taking a bullet for me was really going to be enough?”

He chuckles and coughs.

“I’ll do anything you want me to do, darlin’. Just tell me what.”

I run my nails along his rock-hard abs, just above his boxers.

“I was joking. I don’t need anything. I forgive you. I love you. This is just about letting me look after you.”

His eyes search mine. He blows out a breath.

“I’m all yours, trouble. Uh—Nurse Hallie. Use me however you wish.”

I grab his erect cock through his boxers and caress it gently.

“Lie still, then, Mr. Quinn. Let me get back to work.”

I bend down and pepper kisses around his bandages below his ribs.

Freeing his dick, I slowly pull his boxers down and run my tongue along his shaft.

“No problems here, sir. Very nice,” I praise, then twirl my tongue around the head before taking him deep in my throat.

My eyes lock onto his.

And that’s when I see it—just as they darken—that spark of life.

The one he lost after I left him.

I moan around his cock. His jaw clenches, like he’s trying his hardest to hold onto his self-restraint.

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