Sharon rolled her eyes and glanced at the man sitting next to her in the car for a brief moment, a short laugh tumbling from her parted lips. He grinned and carefully leaned across the middle console to take her hand, loosely tangling their fingers together.

"Keep your hands off the nurses? Really?" she questioned, her eyebrow shooting up.

"Well, I do have a history of—" He stopped short when she gave his hand a warning squeeze. "She doesn't know we're dating and I have no interest in the nurses."

"Good, but it is a shame." Her lips curled up in a small smile and she spared another glance at him.

"It's a shame that I'm committed to you?" He looked at her in confusion.

"No, it's a shame you're not into nurses." She pulled her hand back to rest both of them on the steering wheel, her gaze firmly focused on the road.

Despite his question, she didn't say anything more on the topic as she drove them to her condo. He tried to pry anything and everything out of her, but she remained stubbornly quiet, even as she helped him out of the car and up to her floor.

As she shut the door behind them, he finally stopped her movements and looked at her. "What's this about nurses?"

"Nothing," she hummed, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Go rest. I'll bring in some water and your medication in a minute."

"I don't wanna rest," he complained.

"Yes, you do." She gave him a look he struggled to interpret, but one thing was clear.

"I do want to lay down…"

She kissed him again and he offered a confused smile as he turned and walked down to her bedroom. He kicked his shoes off and undressed down to his boxers, pausing to inspect the bandages on his side before he laid down. He could hear her moving around in the kitchen and then the bathroom, and closed his eyes when it took her more than a moment to enter the bedroom.

When he opened his eyes again, Sharon was standing beside the bed, her hands outstretched toward him. He sat up and started to take the pills in her right hand before he registered the rest of her body.

"Oh, god," he groaned softly, his eyes slowly moving from the short white nurses outfit covering her body to the gaping top buttons that gave him a beautiful view to her lacy bra. His gaze continued traveling down to her marvelous long legs and then comfortable white shoes she wore. He moved his eyes back up, lastly noticing the little white hat perched on her head. "You're trying to kill me."

"Maybe," she hummed, humming the first letter a moment longer than necessary. "It would really be a shame if you kept your hands off the nurses, though."

"I don't intend to." He quickly swallowed the pills and water, watching as she set the glass aside on his nightstand. "But I have bad news for you, babe. I'm out of commission for at least a couple days."

"Not if I'm on top and you hold still." She kneeled on the edge of the bed, her movements careful. "Think you can do that?"

He watched her, another groan tumbling out. "If it means I get to touch you, I'll do anything."

"Good." She hummed and slowly helped him out of his boxers, dropping them to the floor by the rest of his clothes.

She pushed the hem of her dress up and straddled his legs, giving him a clear view of everything beneath the white fabric. His eyes widened when he realized she had nothing on underneath and his hands immediately went to her hips, pushing the dress up a little more.

"You are really going to be the death of me," he sighed, his thumbs gently digging into her pale skin.

"Hopefully not yet." She rested her hands on the bed on either side of his head, allowing her to lean over and kiss him slowly. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Clearly," he groaned, returning the kiss with as much as she gave.

She felt him twitch against her stomach and a sly smile crossed her lips as she pulled back. "I see you're enjoying this."

"My hot as hell girlfriend is dressed up as a sexy as hell nurse," he huffed, even managing an eye roll. "Fuck me."

"If you insist." She pushed herself up, constantly aware of where her hands and his injuries were.

He watched, his hands still on her hips, as she aligned him and slowly pushed down. He groaned as her ass came to rest against his thighs, one hand firmly grasping his bicep to stabilize herself. She met his gaze and smiled, her hat sliding down a little.

"Jesus," he groaned, unable to look away and not wanting to.

"Not quite." She slowly started rolling her hips, circling around him a few times before she pushed herself up and sank back down.

Her head tilted back as she started to find a rhythm. He moved one hand from her hip to her dress, somehow managing to undo a few more buttons and expose her bra. He used his other hand to push the lace aside, his fingers brushing over her hardened nipple. His movements caused her to moan, a gasp quickly following. He continued his motions, massaging and cupping her breast as she rode him.

He could tell when she started to get close, her movements stuttering and allowing gravity to take over to push her down. He kept one hand on her breast and moved the other back to her hip, helping to pull her down against him. Their moans grew louder and he longed to press his lips along her expose pulse point.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her hold on his bicep tightening. "Andy, god…"

"Come on," he groaned, his eyes closing as she tilted her hips enough to allow his member to slide into her deeper. "Fuck, Sharon."

She leaned over him again and crashed their lips together, muffling her cry as she came around him. He held her as close as he could, managing to rock his hip enough to trigger his own orgasm. Through the haze, he felt her come again and groaned weakly.

"Shit, you're good," he panted, ignoring how each rough breath hurt his side. The medication was starting to kick in and would help soon enough.

She laughed breathlessly and eased off him, sliding to the bed on his uninjured side. "You sure it wasn't just the uniform?"

He shook his head and gave her a slightly drugged but still content smile. "Oh, no. My sexy girlfriend had a huge part."

"Good answer." She kissed her cheek and closed her eyes. "Rest, now. I know you're hurting."

He didn't bother to protest, instead allowing the medication and the gentle movement of her fingers along his arm to soothe him to sleep.