Jason’s POV
“Are you sure, because I sure can use my hands more than just giving you a massage.” I said with a teasing smile as I looked at Mary Jerkins, the new resident doctor in the ER.
“I’m sure. I just want your massage. When I want your hands doing something else to me, I’ll let you know.” Mary said, stopping to pick out something from my hair.
Mary was making me hard, but this was soft compared to what Cara did to me, without even as much as batting an eye in my direction. All she had to do was be in the same room as me, all I was a goner.
The number of cold showers I had had since she moved into my house was just too much to count, and the blue balls I was dealing with, well… let's just say the color blue was enough to paint the blue in the American flag.
Since I saw Cara
