Fallen Angel (The List #3) (18 page)

Before I turn my phone to silent, I take a few
self-indulgent selfies because the reflection in the mirror tells me I’m going
to want to look back on these snaps and thank this girl later. I decide to give
Jax a few moments notice of what’s about to walk through his bedroom door, so I
pose provocatively on the final snap and send it to him with the message:
Your
appointment with Nurse Taylor will commence shortly.

I also bought a professional looking clipboard
and pen too—yeah, I mean business. Plus it’ll give me a distraction in case my
nerves start creeping in.

One last glance over my shoulder as I walk out
the bathroom ensures my game face is secured in place.

I sashay down the hallway as best I can with my
high heels sinking into his thick carpet. A brief pause at his doorway gives me
a moment to silently hand the baton decisively over to Miss Alter Ego—over to
you!

I walk inside with confidence and my head held
high, closing the bedroom door behind me. I introduce myself as I walk around
the bed.

“Good evening Sir, my name is Nurse Taylor. Sorry
I’m a few minutes late, I was just looking over your medical records. How are
you feeling?”

I come to stand at the end of the bed, looking
at him over the top of my glasses with my pen poised over the clipboard.

Silence.

Jax is holding his phone in his hands on his
lap. He is topless—and hopefully bottomless too—with his covers pulled up
around his waist. It’s clear that, until he received that picture message, he had
no inkling of what to expect.

I remain expressionless and completely in character
but silently praying that he complies and gets into role sharpish, otherwise this
is going to take a nosedive straight into awkward territory. As if he’s reading
my thoughts, I see him subtly shake off his surprise and step into the moment.

As his eyes all but assault me through their
hooded gaze, he clears his throat.

“Nurse Taylor, it’s a pleasure to see you.”

“And you’re feeling…?”

“Sorry, yes, I’m feeling better by the minute.”

Hmm, I’m not sure how long I can let him get
away with that cocky demeanour.

“That’s encouraging to hear. Now we’ve met
before, very briefly, but this appointment will be a lot more
thorough
.
I’ve been notified that since your recent injury, you’ve been partaking in
certain physical activities. It’s my job today to ensure that you’re fully
capable of doing such things—”

“Oh I think it’s safe to say that I’m more than
capable—”

“With respect, Mr Carter, Sir, I’m the
professional here. But of course, if you’d rather I send Jack back to complete—”

“No, no. No, thank you.”

I’m fully into nurse mode now. I am Nurse
Motherfucking Taylor and I’ll remain so provided my patient doesn’t decide to
wrestle that control from me.

“Perfect.”

I stroll over to his side on the bed, nearest
the doorway. Leaning over to take away his mobile from him, I watch as his hungry
eyes dart straight down my neckline and his pupils dilate. My breasts fall forward,
exposing maximum cleavage whilst my nipples cling onto the lycra for dear life.

Jax licks his lips and when I take his phone,
he automatically raises a hand to my hip. I don’t even think he’s aware that
he’s done it. There’s no way I can maintain this act with him touching me. Plus
I want to build up the anticipation.

I slap his hand away and he snaps his eyes back
to mine.

Putting the phone on the bedside table, I
straighten back up and fold my arms across my chest in an intentionally enticing
pose.

“Mr Carter, I am going to conduct a full
physical examination. I don’t expect you to touch me or talk to me unless I
make it clear that I expect it. Do you understand?”

Jax pulls a pouty face and sighs in acceptance.

“I understand.”

“Good. Well let’s get started then. I’ve got a
lot to get through.”

I pivot on the spot and reach over to the foot
of the bed to collect my clipboard. Raising one leg off the floor as I reach, my
shortass outfit ensures he gets the view I was hoping for.

“
Fuck
.”

I hear him whisper through gritted teeth.

With my clipboard in hand, I stand upright and
turn to face him again. God, he is so fucking handsome. He is biting onto his
bottom lip with a look of both frustration and raw desire.

“Sorry, did you say something, Sir?”

I focus my attention on the clipboard but look
over it through my specs. I may be calling him ‘Sir’, but there’s no dispute in
my tone as to who’s in control. He shakes his head slowly.

I remain in role whilst Miss Alter Ego is
cartwheeling around naked, squealing with excitement.

Unclipping the pen, I pretend to read and
write. Then I casually flick over the strip of four condoms I’ve fastened to
the metal clamp at the top of the board. The condoms cascade down and, without
looking, I sense Jax smirk at the move.

Putting the clipboard down on the other side of
him, I spend time working methodically, checking over his body. Everything I do
appears innocent but in the scenario I’ve created, even the slightest touch is
having an emphasised effect on him… And me.

Stroking my fingers across his upper body, I
ask him random spontaneous questions or apply pressure in certain areas and ask
if it’s uncomfortable. Every so often I’ve been reaching over to write things
on the clipboard, which I’ve placed deliberately just out of reach.

When I interlocked our fingers and rotated his
wrists I felt him squeeze my hand a little, like a discreet clue or an
underlying warning that dominant Jax is prowling patiently around the
perimeter, ready to snatch back control whenever I’m ready.

I’m unreservedly in the moment now. Completely
comfortable and enjoying myself. The thoughts of having his hands on my body
are spurring me on.

I’ve folded back the blanket down to his hips,
keeping his blatant firm enjoyment concealed. I’m not quite ready for that massive
distraction just yet.

“You’re doing really well Sir.” The sparkle in
his eyes every time I call him ‘Sir’ is priceless. I remove my glasses and
place them by his phone. Raising one leg to kneel on the bed, Jax glances down
at my bare thigh, whilst readjusting himself beneath the duvet.
“Uncomfortable?”

“Mmm, a little.”

The frown lines on his forehead make me want to
kiss them away.

“I won’t be too much longer. I promise.”

Slowly leaning my face forward so that we’re
almost nose to nose. We both breathe each other in, knowing that as fun as this
role play is, the temptation to say ‘
Fuck It’
and start screwing like
bunnies is always bubbling just below the surface.

I pretend to check his eyes whilst he uses the
opportunity to silently tell me that he needs to fuck me as soon as possible. I
run my thumb across his beautiful lips and smile sweetly.

“Okay, I just need to check and compare your
heart rate and then I’ll be able to make my decision. I’ll need to remove my
shoes for this.”

Jax looks at me with curiosity. He keeps trying
to second guess me but falls short each time. I like knowing what’s going to
happen before he does. But I still prefer to be on the receiving end of his
dominance. Having my body in his hands, to prime and mould me as he sees fit,
is a wonderful place to be.

I step over to the foot of the bed and hold onto
the bedpost. With my back to him and my feet slightly stood apart, I bend fully
over to remove first one heel and then the other. With an outfit this short,
I’m not just giving him a subtle glance.

When I turn to face him again, his palms are fisted
together with his thumbs hooked under his chin. He is beginning to reach his
limit.

Climbing onto the bed at the foot, I stalk up
his body on all fours. This time, even though my breasts are nearly gliding
over him along with the stethoscope, he maintains eye contact. I come to rest
in a straddling position. Although it’s subtle, I can tell his breathing’s
heavier.

Positioning the earpieces of my stethoscope, I put
my weight up on my knees. Next, I smoothly hook my hand around the back of his
neck and pull his upper body towards me. This effectively smothers his face
into my desperately awaiting chest.

I do this so that I can lean over his shoulder
and place the chestpiece of my stethoscope in various places on his back. Just
as I feel him slowly opening his mouth, I move back to face him. He lies back
against the pillows, rubbing his lip together, smirking.

Of course by now, my nipples are stiff. He glances
down and then back to my eyes, raising a smug eyebrow in acknowledgement.

I pretend to listen to his chest, whilst
constantly rubbing my pouting, painted lips together. I want to drag my teeth
across my bottom lip but don’t want to ruin the look by smearing my lippy.

I unnecessarily adjust my seating position to nudge
and press intermittently against his cock, teasing him—and giving myself a little
relief.

Removing the earpieces, I let the prop hang
from my neck again, nestled between my breasts.

“From my examination and what I’ve observed—” I
drag my eyes all over his body, landing on the prominent bulge waiting
patiently between my thighs and just a duvet away. “—I can confirm that you
appear to have exceptional fitness levels... I have only two concerns though, Mr
Carter.”

“Which are?”

“Firstly, I find you to be
extremely
hot.”
Flicking my hair over my shoulder to avoid obscuring his view, I reach my left
hand up to the right side of my neck as I continue. “I’m concerned that this
may develop into a potentially dangerous fever that’ll be
very
hard for
you to control.” I begin sliding my fingers beneath the halter neck and slowly
stroke them downwards. “Are you able to take control, Sir?”

Further and further my fingers go and I watch
Jax’s intense gaze follow the trail. When they reach the hardness of my right
nipple, I moan a little and press my pussy into his cock. Looking away, I lean
my cheek into my shoulder, taking a second to enjoy the stimulation as I pinch,
whilst rolling my hips with eagerness.

I resist the urge to close my eyes, needing to
stay ahead of the game for a little while longer. Jax clears his throat.

“I actually find it’s sometimes rewarding to
lose control… to let yourself go.”

He hovers his hands over my thighs and
hesitates, waiting for permission, which I grant with a flutter of my eyelashes
and a major high-five to Miss Seductive.

When he places his strong warm hands on my
thighs, my breath hitches and I inhale deeply, filling my lungs through my
nostrils. I stretch my arms up to reach my hands down the back of my neck.
Pushing out my chest, I unclip my halter neck and let the two pieces of fabric
fall over my shoulders. This damn thing is fitted so tightly I knew it’d remain
there and not pool past my nipples.

“Well, Sir, there’s only one way for me to be
certain that you can handle such extensive physical activities, otherwise I
will not be able to sign you off today.”

“I’m all ears, Nurse Taylor.”

His raspy voice is filled with a new rawness. With
his hands on my body, he has started to reclaim what’s his. A powerful need is radiating
from his fingertips and into my skin. It spreads through my bloodstream, being
carried all over my grateful body.