Milka's point of view
As the clock ticked toward 2 a.m, the ward stayed silent. No call lights, no accident emergencies. Just us. And I was super grateful for that.
I excused myself to "fetch some fresh blanket," but really, I just needed a moment in the supply closet to compose myself. Leaning against the shelves, I pressed my thighs together, feeling the ache. My n*****s were hard points under my top, and my ass felt full, sensitive from all the subtle swaying. What if he touches me tonight? That would be great, right?
But the idea scared me a little—losing my job, the ethics board reprimanding me about how a nurse isn't supposed to have this kind of extreme relationship with her patient. But even as I was scared of being caught, the risk made it more exciting.
Seduction was a ga
