THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

OPEN MARRIAGE, OPEN LEGS 3

Emma.

I pushed open the heavy door to room 412 and stepped inside, the familiar sterile smell of the private wing hitting me. My scrubs still felt too tight against my skin after the drive back from home, and my hands were still a little shaky from everything that had happened this morning. I forced a professional smile and glanced at the chart before looking up at the patient.

He was already watching me.

The man in the bed was nothing like the stuffy VIP I had pictured. Late thirties, broad shoulders stretching the thin hospital gown, dark hair messy in that expensive way, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His eyes were a deep, piercing blue that locked onto mine the second I walked in. A slow smile curved his lips, and something about the way he looked at me made heat bloom low in my belly.

“Well damn,” he said, voice low and rough like it had been dragged over gravel. “The moment you walked through that door I felt it. For the first time in months my c**k actually twitched. I want to f**k you, nurse. Right now.”

My breath caught. I stood there frozen for a second, clipboard tight in my hands. Heat rushed up my neck and into my cheeks. “Mr. Voss, I’m Emma, your assigned nurse today. Let’s focus on your post-op notes, okay?”

He didn’t look embarrassed at all. If anything, his smile widened. “Nathan. And I’m dead serious. I’ve been lying here for two days with a soft d**k that hasn’t responded to anything. Pills, videos, memories… nothing. Then you walk in and suddenly I’m half-hard under this shitty gown. First real stir in months. I need to feel something real, nurse Emma. I need you.”

I swallowed hard and stepped closer to the bed, trying to keep my voice steady even though my pulse was racing. “That’s not professional, Nathan. I’m here to monitor your recovery and discuss treatment options for your erectile dysfunction. Dr. Patel noted the issue in your chart. Have you tried…”

“I’ve tried everything,” he cut in, eyes never leaving my face. “Porn. Expensive escorts. Different positions. Different women. Nothing works. My body just… shuts down. But the second you walked in here, something woke up.” He shifted under the sheet, and I could see the faint outline of him starting to thicken. “I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll tell the doctor I specifically want you handling all my care. I’ll pay whatever it takes. Cash. No paperwork. Just you and me behind this door.”

My stomach flipped. I set the clipboard down on the side table, fingers trembling slightly. “Nathan, I can’t. This is my job. It’s completely inappropriate. I could lose my license. You’re a patient.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the gown slipping off one strong shoulder. “And I’m a man who hasn’t felt real desire in months. You’re not just a nurse right now. You’re the first thing that’s made my c**k wake up. I’ll call Dr. Patel in here myself and tell him I want you exclusively. He’ll agree. You and I both know he will. I’m not some average patient. I’ll make sure the hospital gets a very generous donation if it keeps things quiet. But if you walk out that door and let someone else handle me, I’m going to tell every nurse and doctor on this floor exactly why I need you. Loudly.”

The threat hung in the air. My mind raced. The head doctor would absolutely agree if Nathan pushed—the man looked like old money and influence, the kind of VIP who could make or break reputations with one phone call. Gossip would spread fast in this hospital. Whispers in the break room, side eyes in the hallways. I had worked too hard to become one of the top nurses here. And underneath all of that practical fear was something raw and needy that had been building since last night.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually c*m.

Ryan’s mechanical thrusts, his quick finish, the constant distance, it had been months since I felt truly wanted, truly f****d the way my body craved. My p***y had been aching and ignored for so long that the thought of this stranger wanting me this badly sent a fresh pulse of heat between my legs. My n*****s tightened against my bra. I was already getting wet.

Nathan’s voice dropped lower, almost gentle. “You don’t have to say yes out loud. But I can see it in your eyes. You need this too. Lock the door, Nurse Emma. Strip for me. Let me finally feel something real.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. Part of me knew this was insane. I was at work. This was my patient. But the other part—the part that had stood in my own bedroom this morning and watched my marriage crack open—was screaming for release. I needed to feel desired. I needed to c*m. I needed something that wasn’t cold and mechanical and disappointing.

I walked slowly to the door, my legs feeling unsteady. The lock clicked under my fingers, a soft, final sound that made my breath hitch. I flipped the privacy switch, and the blinds on the observation window slid shut with a quiet whir. The room suddenly felt smaller, hotter, completely cut off from the rest of the hospital.

I turned back to face Nathan. My hands moved to the hem of my scrub top. I pulled it over my head and let it drop to the floor. Cool air hit my skin as I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting my heavy breasts spill free, n*****s already hard and aching. I kicked off my shoes, then shoved my scrub pants and panties down my legs in one motion, stepping out of them until I stood completely naked in front of him.

My p***y was soaked, lips slick and swollen. My chest rose and fell fast. Nathan’s eyes darkened as they raked over every inch of my body.

“f**k!” He breathed, “come here Nurse Emma.”