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I flinch in surprise, pulling back, and the move jostles Beau. Dom’s hand slips away like it was never there, and both of them turn to look at me.

Beau frowns, but there’s an undercurrent of slow, provocative heat in his voice as he drawls, “Nurse Anderson, that was careless. I could have hurt our patient.”

My pussy still throbs where Dom squeezed me.

Professional outrage pricks me. I was being careful.

Dom gives me a bored look, but there’s a smug satisfaction in the tuck of his mouth. His lips are cruelly sensuous against the roughness of his dark stubble.

“But, doctor, he?—”

“Don’t blame the patient,” Beau raises one chastising brow. Unlike Dom, he’s clean-shaven, and as classically handsome as Dom is hard hewn and raw. “It’s your job to manage him. Now, finish removing his shirt.”

“ Carefully , little nurse,” Dom adds, his eyes raking over my breasts. “Or you’ll need to make it up to me.”

I narrow my eyes on him as he turns back to Beau, who is collecting a fresh dressing off the medical cart.

Both of them dismissing me.

The dominant dream team is apparently back in action. It’s almost cute, how they’re practically finishing each other’s sentences.

Almost.

If they weren’t teaming up against me , it would be cute.

Carefully , I lean in again, bringing the scissors around to cut through the shirt on Dom’s other side. I eye the side of his face warily between snips, my breathing unsteady. He smells good, clean and spicy, and he doesn’t seem to be paying me any attention, so I finish my cuts on that sleeve.

I pull back, deciding to make the next cut down the center of his shirt when his hand slips under my skirt again—only this time, his fingers tug my panties to one side, and he begins to explore greedily through my slickness.

I freeze as he strokes over my clit, then pinches it in slow, rolling squeezes.

Heat floods me, everything in me clenching, and I shudder, leaning over his chest with a little moan.

“Nurse, his shirt still isn’t off,” Doctor Bennett chides me.

“Stop flirting and do your job.” He looks up at Dom.

“These silly nurses we get through here. She comes in here dressed like that, kissing soldiers and all but begging for cock, and then acts offended when we offer her one.” Beau shakes his head.

“If she wants to be a professional, she should stop moaning like a little slut.”

“I—” I try to shift up, but two fingers sink into my pussy, chasing me, and my voice breaks on another moan. “If... if he could just...”

Dom’s fingers rub deeper, pushing against the plug through the thin, sensitive strip of flesh between my pussy and my ass. The plug shifts, shooting white-hot pleasure through me.

I catch Dom’s corded wrist, and he stops rubbing but doesn’t move it away.

Instead, looking me in the eye, he slides his thumb through my pussyand starts circling my clit. My walls clench around his fingers, squeezing the plug into him, and my brain can’t dislodge the image of his and Beau’s cocks squeezing into me just like that.

My pants become high-pitched as his thumb tick, tick, ticks over my clit.

My thighs quake, and I look at Dom desperately. He’s watching me with hot, undisguised lust, his fingers inside me, circling me, and I... have orders , damn it.

And I know better than to forget Beau.

“Please, sir. I need . . . I have to take your shirt off. The doctor . . . he ordered it . . . please, I-I can’t . . .”

I tug at Dom’s wrist and, sighing, he lets it fall away.

Beside me, still working on Dom’s arm, Beau’s smile deepens into a warm, undisguised approval that only sends another rush of hot, wet need to slick my core.

When he finally glances up, the greens and golds in his eyes are soft and pleased. “It’s nice to see you recover your sense of decorum, little nurse.”

“Speak for yourself,” Dom mutters, before he sucks his wet fingers into his mouth.

O-okay. My thoughts are just as filthy and shuddery as my body as I watch those fingers sink between his lips, coating them lewdly. I feel his cock nudging against the inner curve of my thigh.

I am . . . so incredibly outmatched here.

They’re not just working against me—they’re competing with each other.

Working quickly—though I have to shake my hands out twice to stop them from trembling—I cut Dom’s shirt clean up the center, then gently tug the fabric away.

He sits there like a king on his throne while Beau finishes on his arm.

His poor, brutalized chest comes into full view, and I run my fingertips lightly over him again with silent care... which turns into silent need as his rough hair brushes against my skin. His pec twitches as I slowly coast over his skin.

Suddenly, Beau is standing, plucking the scissors from my hand and placing them on the tray. I can see the outline of his cock through his pants, as hungry and as insistent as Dom’s, and my whole body aches to be filled with it. He removes his gloves.

The plug shivers in my ass as I shift, and I stifle a helpless moan.

Both sides.

I want to be filled on both sides.

“Is this.. . is this what you wanted, Doctor Bennett?” I ask huskily.

Briefly, Beau looks Dom over. “Excellent.”

He comes over to stand beside the large, reclined chair, just behind me, and his hand wraps around mine before I can lift it from Dom’s chest. He begins dragging my fingers slowly, lightly, down Dom’s body, over the coarse hair on his abdominals and ignoring Dom’s soft, strained release of breath, until he rests my hand over the button on Dom’s pants.

“Now open his pants, little nurse,” Doctor Bennett instructs in my ear.

I shudder, desperate for it.

My fingers are between my legs as they linger over Dom’s button, and his abs tense in anticipation. Beau squeezes my wrist in encouragement, but I look up at Dom from under my lashes, enjoying his impatience.

“Does she always take this long to obey?” Dom’s mutter is hoarse, and he gives Beau a scorching look. “Get her hands on me, doc . Make her do her job, or I will.”

Beau laughs huskily. “Well now, hold on. Maybe we should see what her concern is,” Beau’s voice is thick with a sympathy I don’t believe—and apparently, neither does Dom.

His golden eyes narrow on his friend.

“Is everything all right, little nurse?” Beau asks me kindly, and he strokes my wrist. “Why aren’t you helping our patient?”

My cunt, my breasts, my ass around my plug, everything aches, throbbing with the need for contact. Needing to be filled and fucked and taken.

But this is Beau’s fantasy—and I want to make it a good one.

“Well... he wasn’t shot there, Doctor Bennett,” I protest innocently, and Dom narrows his eyes on me.

I can practically see him losing his patience for the game, but Beau laughs again in a soft huff, and his hot breath in my ear makes me squirm.

“Are you a doctor, Nurse Anderson?” he asks patronizingly, and he tugs my hand down until my palm rubs against Dom’s stiff cock through the straining fabric.

“There are many unexpected side effects to a gunshot wound. We need to be thorough in our care. I won’t have you cutting corners.

Our goal is to make our patient feel good, after all. ”

Beau squeezes my hand around Dom’s dick, and my whimper mixes with Dom’s grunt as his head tilts back against the chair.

“You do care about making our patient feel good, don’t you?” Beau whispers in my ear, his voice shaking with want, and I feel my need begin to leak down my thigh.

“Yes, Doctor Bennett. Yes, I do.”

Seeming satisfied he’s made his point, Beau releases my hand and taps my wrist to continue. My mind is gone, a lusty mess of nurses and doctors and the raw desperation to feel Dom’s cock again.

I open the button on Dom’s pants with difficulty, and it takes two hands to slide the zipper down between my thighs.

“What do you see, little nurse?” Beau asks, watching me sharply.

Dom’s cock is caught heavily in his briefs, pinned by the uncompromising fabric of his pants and wedged against my thigh.

My mouth is too dry. “There... there does appear to be some swelling.”

“Just as I suspected.” Beau nods, and he gives me a gently disapproving look. “And you would have had us ignore such an obvious source of discomfort. It appears you need a little more training, Nurse Anderson. Now, assist our patient.”

He might be enjoying this a little too much.

“Why, you’re right, doctor,” I agree, sweet and saccharine. “You do know so much more than me. Why don’t you show me how?”

But Beau doesn’t bite.

He just kicks up one brow and slides a polite, professional look at Dom. “And you, Mr. Slade? Would you prefer to be treated by me or Nurse Anderson here?”

Dom’s reply is dry as dust. “I want the nurse.”

“Great. Pull out his cock.”

“Doctor Bennett!” I exclaim, though it’s an effort to stop my breathy laugh.

Beau’s eyes dance as he shakes his head reprovingly. “No, I’m not going to do your job for you, nurse. You’re a medical professional. Act like one.”

He stares at me for a moment, heat slipping back into his features . . . and he strolls closer. We’re almost at eye-level like this, and he watches me as he wraps a hand around my throat.

“Unless you’re determined to act like a little slut? I would like to teach you how to care for our patient properly, but I could take you in the back and fuck you raw if you need a cock that badly?” he drawls against my lips.

My pulse throbs against his fingers, and when my breath hitches, he tightens them. His mouth is so close. I press into his grip, trying to reach him, but he holds me an inch from his lips.

“What a selfish little nurse you’re turning out to be.

” Doctor Bennett tuts at me disapprovingly, and his other hand slips into my dress, palming my breast. He squeezes that too, and I arch into his touch.

“What do you think, captain? We can’t have her working on patients when she won’t dedicate herself to their care. ”