Page 31 of Just One: Box Set

Chapter Five

O ne Month.

That’s how long she’d been trapped in the house with a man she wanted more than ice cream.

And that was saying a lot because no one came between her and ice cream.

Amy drummed her fingers across her desk as she tried to focus on her final paper for school.

It’d taken nearly two years to get to this point, and this project was the final piece to getting her doctorate.

It was a more personal achievement than a needed one, but she felt like she’d be taken more seriously when she started applying to team positions.

That was her goal—to be the physiotherapist for a major sports outlet.

She didn’t care which sport or which team… hell, she’d even move if need be.

“Amy.” Phillip’s voice boomed from the back bedroom. “Can you come help me?”

Until today, she’d had a male co-worker, or his brother, stop in to help him shower.

But they all seemed to be busy whenever she called now—though she thought it was a lie, Amy relented in her pleas for someone to come after work, giving in to the fact she knew she’d be fine in assisting him—even if deep down she knew she wouldn’t be.

She told herself he was just a patient… right?

Amy closed her laptop and stood. Phillip’s mood had been an up and down rollercoaster over the last few weeks. His coach had stopped by and informed him that they would discuss his future with the team once he started physical therapy and they had a better idea where he would wind up.

His voice was strained as he called out a second time. “Amy?”

She stepped into the bedroom and froze. Phillip was wearing only a towel around his hips and was attempting to crutch his way across the bedroom. “Um, Phillip?”

He turned toward her and winced. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.

“I thought I could get to the shower without help. But, ah…” He glanced down and Amy realized the issue.

His towel was barely hanging onto his hips and with the slightest move he’d be standing in front of her naked.

She moved toward him, holding her breath. As she stopped before him, she closed her eyes and sighed. “Ok. Let me just…” Amy reached down to grasp the cotton fabric but instead knocked it off his body. The material dropped to the ground, leaving him in all his naked glory. “Oops.”

“Oops?” Phillip repeated. “You knock my towel off and oops, is all you have to say?”

“Um, yeah.” She giggled. “Maybe sorry?” Amy shrugged her shoulders. “Let me just get that for you.”

She dropped to a squat and grabbed the towel, only to realize she was now eye level with his dick.

And holy fuck, what a gorgeous dick it was.

Even in a semi-hard state, his cock was long and thick.

Definitely not like Brian’s. Her core clenched as heat rushed to her nether regions.

She knew she shouldn’t stare, but she couldn’t seem to peel her eyes off him.

“Ah, Amy?” Phillip’s voice snapped her from the trance his dick held her in. “If you could, ah, stop staring at my cock. I’d appreciate it.”

“Oh.” She stood up fast, smacking her head into the crutch he was holding onto. “Fuck.” Her hand went to the spot she’d hit. “Phillip. God, I’m sorry. It's just your,” she waved down toward his now erect shaft. “It’s p—pretty.” She stuttered, sounding like a moron.

“Please don’t call it pretty.” He leaned into her. “If you’d kept staring at it like that though… I might have had to slip it into that pretty mouth of yours.”

Amy blinked at his crassness. “What?”

“Kidding. But you do have some drool.” He reached out and wiped her lips. Amy froze, as did Phillip, when he realized what he was doing. Their gazes locked and Phillip whispered into the room as he moved forward. “Fuck it.”

Before she realized what was happening, Phillip smashed his lips into hers, the crutch closest falling to the ground.

He hopped forward, making her step backwards.

As soon as her back hit the wall, Phillip deepened the kiss.

And pressed her into the solid surface. His fingers wound into her hair, and he tilted her head back, giving himself more room to plunder her mouth with his tongue.

Amy whimpered against his lips as he pressed his hardened cock against her belly. “Fuck, Amy. I’ve wanted to do that since Vegas.” He dove back in, kissing her like his life depended on it.

She pressed her hands against his chest, giving him a slight shove. “Stop. Phillip—we can’t do this.”

“Why not? We’re consenting adults, Amy. Don’t try to say you didn’t want this. I could feel how your body reacted to me. You want it just as bad as I do.”

“That may be true, but I can’t risk my career. You’re my patient and living here puts me under the microscope enough.”

Phillip grunted. “Who would know? We can keep it a secret. Please, Amy… I’ve wanted you far too long.”

“Well.” She slipped under his hold. “It can’t happen. And not just because of my job, but because I won’t get involved with someone who lives the life you do. It’s not for me, sorry. No matter how attracted I am to you, the answer is no.”

Phillip nodded his head. “Fine. For now.” He wouldn’t push her. But eventually she wouldn’t be able to stay away… not when he now knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. “Help me get in the shower and then I’ll let you be.”

Amy bit her lip as she stepped forward. “Fine. Let’s go.” She handed him the fallen crutch and maneuvered him into the bathroom. Amy helped him lean against the bathroom vanity so she could turn on the water. “Stay there while I get the shower on.”

She hated what was coming next. Phillip had this plastic bag thingy made to go over his cast and protect it from water.

That meant she had to get up close and personal with the very large reminder of what she was denying herself.

Turning around, she grabbed the cover from the countertop.

“Can you sit down so I can get this on for you?”

Phillip smirked as he hopped to the toilet and plopped down.

Amy dropped to her knees, very aware of the indecent position it placed her in.

She swallowed hard, trying her damndest to keep her eyes on his cast. As she drew the sheath up over his knee, Phillip hissed as the back of her hand brushed his erection.

“Sorry.” She whispered as her face heated with embarrassment. “Let’s get you on the shower stool.”

She stood quickly and leaned forward, her hands going under his armpits. Phillip used his good leg to hoist himself to a semi-standing position and allowed her to spin him around until he was sitting on the shower chair. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, Princess. I got it from here. Unless you want to help with this…” he waved down to his jutting cock and smiled.

“Um… I’ll…” she pivoted. “Just be in the room.”

Phillip snickered as she hightailed it from the bathroom.

He hated to do it to her, but he was no dummy.

Amy wanted him. She was just afraid to let him in.

Running the body soap over his skin, he let the hot water cascade over him.

His dick had yet to go down and despite the fact she was in the room next door, he couldn’t stop himself from fisting it.

Tugging firmly on his shaft, Phillip ran his hand up and down, but it wasn’t enough.

He needed her. Blowing out his disgruntled breath, he let go of himself.

He needed to turn the water colder. It was the only way to get his damn hard-on to go down.

Scooting the shower chair toward the handle, Phillip realized too late it was a dumb idea.

His chair shifted, sending him sideways into the stall.

“Fuck.” He grunted as his side connected with the stall floor, his head narrowly missing the wall.

“Phillip.” Amy rushed in, pausing to stare at his precarious position on the tiled ground. “Um… what happened?”

“I was trying to turn the water colder.”

Amy cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why on earth would you do that?”

Phillip narrowed his eyes at her, then glanced down to his dick, who still hadn’t gotten the memo and was harder than ever. Her eyes widened briefly. Giving him a slight nod. “Right. Let me help you up.”

Phillip had managed to get himself to a seated position, his back against the cool tiles, but that was as far as he got.

He closed his eyes and counted backward from one hundred as Amy stepped into the space and reached across him to kill the water.

She was wearing a summer dress that barely reached her knees.

It had spaghetti straps, which likely meant she wasn’t wearing a bra.

And based on the tiny peaks pressing against the thin fabric, he guessed he was right.

Amy shuffled into the space, positioning her body above his with a foot on either side of his thighs.

“Let’s try to use the wall for leverage as I help you up.”

Phillip bent his knee and reached out, but Amy’s feet slid along the wet ground, and she fell onto him. He closed his eyes and took several steadying breaths. “Oh, my God. I’m sorry, are you ok?” Amy wiggled against him, her hot center pressing against him in ways that truly tested his sanity.

“Please, for the love of God, stop moving, Amy.” He growled, making her body freeze against his, which only made things worse.

“Phillip.” Amy’s words came out in what sounded almost like a moan.

Phillip's eyes snapped open, his gaze connecting with hers. They sat there, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. Their eyes never wavering from one another. The heat of their attraction was dangerously close to a boiling point.