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"Or clothes."

She laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Okay. It's a good thing we aren't playing for money though. I'm notoriously lucky at cards."

I grinned as she walked across the hall to grab the cards.

I didn't mind not playing for money, or clothes.

I had plenty of other things I wanted to play for.

Lexi

"I'll stay."

Trent looked supremely confident as he held his cards. I doubted he could beat me though, I had three tens. And his outlandish bets were making me laugh. He'd even got me playing along.

So far I'd won every hand. I'd won a puppy, having my car washed, by him, and a years worth of magazine subscriptions. The good ones too. Design and garden stuff. The kind of stuff a woman like me dreamed about.

"What do you want this time?"

"Dinner with me at the restaurant of my choice. When I get out of here, of course."

I shook my head.

"You're crazy."

"What do you want if you win?"

I closed my eyes.

"I don't know. A housekeeper to come and deep clean the place. Just once."

I grinned at her.

"Don't sell yourself so short. Every week. For a year."

"Trent, that's too much."

He grinned at me arrogantly. I felt a little flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach. That had been happening a lot lately.

Whenever I was around Trent. He smirked at me, leaning forward.

"Doesn't matter. I'm winning this one."

He cocked his eyebrow at me.

"Ready?"

I nodded. And watched as he laid down three queens. He had done it. He had won.

I sighed, showing my hand.

He smiled at me wickedly and I swallowed. I had just agreed to dinner with a patient. It was not professional.

Of course, he wouldn't be a patient any more by the time the dinner happened...

He shuffled the cards and dealt again. I picked up my hand, glancing at the cards. I had nothing. Trent was already making a new wager.

"If I win this hand,
I
get to give
you
a back rub."

"That doesn't seem appropriate..."

"It's just your back Lexi. Don't be such a killjoy."

I sighed and nodded. I was being reckless. But I didn't care.

Besides, I could really use a shoulder rub.

I drew three new cards. I was having an unusual streak of bad luck. I knew the cards were random but it didn't feel that way. It felt like fate was working against me. Breaking down my barriers.

My protection. From him.

He laid his cards across the desk, grinning at me. Three aces. Then he wiggled his fingers at me.

"Get ready for the magic fingers."

I shook my head.

"If anyone sees you..."

He grabbed the sides of my chair and spun me around. I felt his breath fan my ear. Chills broke out all over my body.

"No one will see."

His fingers brushed the sensitive area behind my ears and I gasped. Then I moaned as his 'magic fingers' went to work. He hadn't been lying. He was very good at what he was doing.

Who knew a back rub could be so arousing?

Trent knew how to give a good back rub.

And then some.

His hands were strong and warm as he pressed them against my shoulders. He squeezed, not too hard, but definitely not too soft. It was perfect.

I sighed.

Heaven.

He worked his way down my spine, pressing and rolling the muscles. He seemed to know exactly where I was tender, or stiff, or sore. And he knew just how to touch me.

He worked down to my waist and his fingers wrapped around me.

It almost tickled... but it didn't. I felt a shiver run through my body. I knew without looking that my arm was broken out in goosebumps.

He leaned forward and whispered against the back of my neck.

"Really though, your top should be off..."

I laughed, spinning away.

"I wasn't finished with you."

I gave him a look.

"Yes, you were."

He held up his hands.

"Alright, whatever you want."

He grinned at me, his teeth showing.

"But really, I was just getting started. What you need is a full body rub. With oils."

I rolled my eyes at him, reaching for my tablet.

"It's almost time for my rounds. I really should-"

He grabbed my hand, snatching it away from the tablet. Then he kissed it, giving me puppy dog eyes. He turned my hand over and kissed the inside of my wrist.

Oh.

My.

God.

His lips were warm and surprisingly soft. I knew they would feel good on my lips. Or wherever he put them.

Snap out of it, Lexi!

"One more hand. Please. And then I'll tottle off to bed like a good boy."

I don't know why but I nodded.

Maybe I was afraid to let the moment end. I was enjoying myself too much.

Maybe I was curious to see what he would come up with this time.

"What are we playing for now?"

"Seven minutes in heaven."

"What's that?"

He gave me a sly smile.

"Just tell me what you want in return."

I shook my head.

"Okay Mr. Mysterious. I would like- I would like you to give your full attention to your recovery and stop flirting with nurses!"

He looked crestfallen.

"I don't flirt with nurses. I flirt with you."

I didn't want to believe him. But I did. Either way though, he had to stop.

"Fine, I would like you to focus on getting better."

He gave me a look that was tragic.

"No more fun?"

I shook my head firmly.

"
If
I lose."

I nodded.
 

"Yes, if you lose."

He brightened then.

"But you are still having dinner with me, regardless."

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Yes. As friends."

He grinned at me.

"Friends is a good place to start."

He shuffled the cards, utterly focused. He dealt the cards in silence. I picked up my hand. I had three aces. My stomach sank.

I realized in that moment that I didn't want to win.

He was frowning at his cards, utterly focused. He glanced up at me. I realized how much this meant to him. To both of us.

I just didn't know how the hell that had happened.

"Do you need anything?"

I nodded, exhaling.

"I'll take two."

I handed him the two other cards. I'd nearly handed him one of my aces. But that seemed wrong somehow.

The next two cards were unremarkable. It was still a great hand. A winning hand.

 
I looked up at him. He was deep in thought. I knew I was going to win. I wanted to call a halt right now. I wanted to get up, make an excuse and start all over again tomorrow.

"I'll stay."

I almost groaned.
 

"We don't have to do this. We can just call it a draw."

He looked at me, his eyes dark and serious.

"Not a chance, Sexy Lexi."

Then he laid his cards out.

He had a royal flush.

A ROYAL FLUSH.

Ten of hearts, jack of hearts, queen of hearts, king of hearts and ace of hearts.

My eyes lifted to his, utterly amazed. He wasn't smiling in victory though. He was staring at my mouth.

He looked... hungry.

Without a word he grabbed my hand, pulling me down the hallway.
 

"Where are we going?"

"Shhh... you don't want to wake the patients."

I noticed that his limp was barely there. I smiled. Perhaps this was good for his recovery after all.

Then he pushed me inside a supply closet. He smiled at me, blocking the doorway with his body. Then he used his foot to shut it behind him.

We were alone. In a closet. My heart started beating double time.

I stared at him, no clue what he was up to.

"Trent. Is this... your idea of a joke?"

He stared at me.

"No joke sweetheart."

"I don't get it. I need to go-"

"Are you welshing?"

I sighed. I wasn't. But this was a very, very bad idea. Whatever it was he was planning.

"No."

He grinned at me, clearly relieved.

"Good. We just need a timer. Does your phone have one?"

I nodded, pulling it out.

"Set it for seven minutes."

I did, holding it up to show him.

He reached backwards and locked the door of the supply closet. Then he hit the light switch.

We were in total darkness.

That's when I felt him. His hands were on my hips as he dragged me towards him.

His lips came crashing down on mine, silencing my protest. He kissed me like he was dying of thirst and I was a cold glass of water. He kissed me like I was the last girl on Earth.

So help me, I kissed him back.

Chapter Eight

Trent

Lexi's back was pressed up against the heavy metal shelves on the far wall. Even with the lights off, I knew where everything was. I'd made sure of that before I flipped the switch.

I even knew where the blankets were. Three feet to my left, on the middle shelf.

You know. In case we wanted to get horizontal.

I sure as fuck did.

It was crazy but just kissing her was giving me that same glow I got after cuming. I groaned, imaging how fucking amazing that would feel. All the things I wanted to do with her.

And to her.

That train of thought made all the blood in my body flow straight to my cock. I wasn't just hard. I was diamond hard. I ground my massive boner into her, raising her leg with my good arm so I could get closer.

It was awkward, trying to get closer to her with the massive cast covering half of my upper body.

But I was up to the challenge.

Nothing was going to stop me from getting at her.

Her hands were on my shoulders. At first I'd thought she was trying to push me away. But she wasn't.
 

She was holding on for dear life.

I knew it. She wanted me too. I smiled in the darkness, letting my lips slide to her neck... that perfectly kissable neck that I'd been staring at for a month now.

Wanting to bite it.

I took a little nip.

"Trent!"

I grinned, trying to lift her top up. I only had one hand to do it with. So I used my teeth.

"What are you - Oh!"

Her voice changed as my lips closed over her nipple. I wasted no time, pulling it hard into my mouth. I flicked my tongue against it rapidly. I was known for my tongue work. Not everyone knew that.

Most guys who did porn just envied my cocksmanship.

But the ladies in the industry also knew me as a premier fucking pussy eater.

It was a niche brand of porn- watching women have honest to God orgasms. Usually they faked it. But not with me.

Never, ever with me.

And I was going to get Lexi off.

Or die trying.

Actually, maybe I'd get her... almost off. Get her hot and keep her on the edge until the timer went off. Make her beg.

Then she'd ignore the seven-minute rule and let me have my way with her.

That was going to take longer than seven minutes.

Much, much longer.

I worked her other nipple as my fingers slid up her thigh to her pussy. I pressed against her soft mound through her scrubs. We both groaned at the contact.
 

I rocked my hips against her thigh, out of my mind with lust.

I never felt this when I was working or fucking for sport.

I don't think I'd even felt this turned on way back in high school.

My fingers made their way into her elastic waistband and down into her soft cotton panties. Her lips were buttery, slick with desire. I closed my eyes, every bit of my attention in those fingers as they parted her folds and started to play.

She was gasping for air as I teased her, circling her clit and tracing the outline of her tight little slit.

Then I slid a finger inside.

Holy fuck she was tight.

Tight. Hot. Wet. Utterly slippery and smooth inside.

I felt her clench down on my finger.

I lost my thin sliver of control.

I dropped to my knees, finding her clit with my tongue. Rapidly I flicked it against her soft little nub again and again. My finger slid in and out of her as she pressed against my head.

I was insane.

I was literally insane.

That's when I realized she was pushing me away.

"Trent- don't!"

I leaned back, gasping.

She was turning me down? Turning down the greatest pussy eater of all time?

I mean, I was a fucking Olympian when it came to cunnilingus.

But in the dim light I could see her face.

She was on the verge of tears.

I stood up, pulling her against me again.

"Lexi? What's wrong?"

"Too much, Trent. Too fast."

She shook her head. Not looking at me. She pushed me away slightly and slid out from under my arm.

I stood there as the door opened, trying to get my mind to work.

My mouth.

To say anything.

"Lexi... wait..."

I could see her silhouetted in the doorway as she turned her beautiful head slightly. Then she shook it.

Just then her timer went off.

Lexi

I was shaking as I walked back to the nurses' station. It had been only seven minutes. But I felt like a completely different person. A hungry, wanton woman who didn't care about her responsibilities.

A tramp. Not a nurse.

I checked the vitals of all the patients quickly. Everyone was fine. Then I practically ran for the bathroom.

I could not handle seeing him again.

Trent.

Even his name made my cheeks flush with embarrassment. And lust.

He had done things to me... made me lose every sense of decorum.

I was a nurse dammit! I had a vitally important job to do. I had to be on the ball. Not getting off with the patients!

It's true a lot of people knitted or read books during the night shift.

But it wasn't the same. Playing cards was a mistake. Letting him take me into the closet- even if I hadn't understood at first... it was unforgivable.