Stephanie

Carlos answered the questions to the best of his ability. I created a way to optimize my time when I work. After entering the data, I showed how much he could save by hiring an assistant to offset the stress. "Does Tank go in the field?" I asked.

"No. I need him in the office," Carlos replied, providing the expected response. I rolled my eyes and entered the information into the spreadsheet.

"I'd go crazy getting stuck in an office," I mumbled in Italian. God knows his body pressed against my side was igniting my body. It was driving me crazy.

"I could keep you sane," Carlos said as he stroked my arm. I shouldn't have been surprised he understood me. Carlos probably knew all the Latin-based languages.

"Are you offering me a job?" I joked. I wasn't sure I could work in the same office as Carlos. His sexiness and proximity would distract me, preventing me from completing work on time.

"It's yours if you want it, Babe. You'll have to abide by my rules," he replied.

"And those are?" I asked, wondering what the office protocols and procedures involved were. It was probably in alignment with basic training in the military or perhaps the physical assessment required when a person enlisted.

"May I?" Carlos asked. He had a copy of the Rangeman contract in his email. Carlos used my laptop to access his account. I chewed on my bottom lip as he entered his password into the email site.

"Wouldn't this give away your location?" I didn't cover my tracks for him to mess up everything by accessing his email using my IP address.

"No. I used a hacking trick to mask my location. My private email doesn't get monitored by Rangeman," Carlos explained. I exhaled in relief. He passed me the laptop. I clicked a few buttons as I perused the document for Rangeman employees.

"That's all I have to do? It doesn't seem so bad. I can do everything on the list," I said. Carlos raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and retrieved the videos from Vince.

Carlos was laughing by the end of the fifth video. "Vince said he got the black eye in a bar fight." Carlos held his ribs as he laughed. The sound of his laughter warmed me in all the right places. I touched his arm to get his attention.

"Vince helped me work through a lot of anger," I confessed. "I've kept up the exercises. Vince added an exercise room in the back laundry room. He said I was wasting a lot of space."

"Can I see it?" Carlos asked. I helped him stand and guided him to the room. A handsome smile appeared on his face when he walked inside. Carlos looked like he was in heaven. What was with men and gyms?

"It's going to be a few weeks before you can use the equipment," I warned.

"I can watch you exercise," he said. "No time like the present."

I removed my top and pushed the shorts down my legs, smiling when I heard Carlos groan when I bent over. Men were predictable.

Carlos watched as I got onto the treadmill to warm up, wearing only a sports bra and boy shorts. "Sit on the chair. There's a remote to turn on the music."

He pressed the button. It's my life by Bon Jovi played through the speakers. I got into the rhythm and ran full out. The music continued to play until I started my cooldown.

"Carlos?" I looked around and found him on the floor, meditating. Sweat covered my body as I climbed off the treadmill. I grabbed a clean towel off the shelf to wipe my face and chest. His lip twitched as I sat beside him.

"Take a deep breath through your nose. Hold it for a count of four. Slowly release through your mouth," Carlos said. I followed his instructions, letting the comfort of his voice wash over me. He had me repeat the process multiple times. My heart slowed as I concentrated on breathing. His fingers tucked the loose hair behind my ear.

I opened my eyes and stared at him. Carlos leaned forward to brush his lips across my jaw. His hot tongue captured the moisture on my neck. "Carlos, what are you doing?" I moaned.

Having him lick and suck my neck was driving me insane. I felt my heart open wide for him to take a firm hold. The attraction grew more powerful than anything I had ever experienced. My lungs burned as he continued to set my skin on fire. I ached for his touch, but I pulled away to look into his eyes. "If you have to ask, I'm not doing it right," he whispered. "Tell me to stop."

His fingers lovingly touched my cheek. Carlos groaned when he twisted to pull me against his chest. "You're going to hurt yourself," I whispered. "I need to shower." I didn't want him to stop.

"Me too," he replied. I gently kissed his lips before standing and helping him get up. Carlos left one crutch in the makeshift gym to wrap his arm around my waist.

I had one arm wrapped around him to assist with walking. Carlos hissed when my hand brushed against his broken ribs. He used the crutch to ease the pressure of walking on his left leg. I had the plaster, which resembled an ugly paper mache craft, to hold the bones and placed the walking cast around it for added support. He could put some weight on his foot, but it wasn't something I would advise.

Carlos let me undress him and wrap his left leg in plastic to prevent the plaster from getting wet. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him naked, but my face still flushed. I quickly ran to the back porch to grab a chair to use in the shower. Carlos couldn't stand without assistance for long. I guided him into the bathroom. The shower stall was separate from the tub. I opened the glass doors and set the chair inside. Carlos hopped inside, groaning from the stress on his ribs, before I turned on the water.

I stepped into the enclosure, still wearing my sports bra and boy shorts. Though I craved his touch, I didn't want to give him the wrong impression. I would wash him first, then I would take him to the bedroom. Cleaning myself could wait. His needs outweighed mine.

My heart pounded as my desire increased. Washing Carlos was more erotic than I anticipated. The last man I nursed to health was able to wash himself. Carlos required more assistance. I washed his privates and firm ass before getting him to sit.

"Babe," he groaned as I washed his hair. Carlos enjoyed having my fingers in his hair. He moaned when I lightly scratched his scalp. His erection grew as I continued cleaning his sexy but battered body. I washed and rinsed the dark hair as he gently lowered my panties.

"Carlos," I whispered, unable to tell him to stop. My body wanted whatever he was offering. He kissed my abdomen and licked the saltiness from my skin. I pressed the soapy loofa into his hands. He gently washed my flesh as he continued kissing me. I turned around for him to wash my back. His fingers massaged me before slipping inside, where I ached for him. Carlos touched all the right spots, making me shatter on his hand.

Our erotic shower was the beginning of our intimate connections. We craved the other's touch. How was I going to survive when Carlos returned home?

Carlos pulled me onto his lap after I guided him to my bed. "Straddle me," he ordered. I whimpered when I got into position. His erection pressed against my sensitive flesh. "Babe, I need you." God knew I was desperate for him.

"We hardly know each other," I whispered as I rocked against him. My body contradicted my mind. I tried to talk myself out of whatever we were doing, but my mouth wouldn't say the words.

"Please," he whispered. "I can't get enough of you." God! Did he know what that word did to me?

I gently kissed his lips before climbing off his lap, promising to return. He groaned from the loss of contact. I wasn't pleased, either. But I needed to grab a condom from the guest room. Was I doing the right thing? Probably not, but I was too horny to think logically. The orgasms in the shower left me wanting more. I grabbed my robe to cover myself before going to Vince's room. He had condoms inside his nightstand drawer.

"Sorry for taking so long. Is this the right size?" I asked, holding up the condom.

"It will work," Carlos replied. I helped him pull the condom over his erection. It was a little short, but as he said, it would work. "Straddle me," he demanded. I let the robe slide down my shoulders. Carlos watched as it exposed my breasts. He groaned and reached for my hand.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," I whispered.

"Please," Carlos begged. I looked into his eyes. They were filled with love. How could he love me already? Did it matter? My heart said no. Carlos and I belonged together. Would he respect me in the morning? Would I respect myself?

His fingers brushed against me. I was needy and wet for him. I went up on my knees as he positioned himself at my entrance. "Mmmm," I moaned as I slid down his length. "I feel full." He was much larger than Joe. If Joe was a Stallion, then Carlos was a Clydesdale.

"Babe, I need you to move," Carlos growled. I positioned my hands on the headboard on either side of his head for leverage, then I used my leg muscles to ride him. Carlos grabbed my hips to help me push onto his length. I orgasmed before he was ready. "Harder, Babe."

I slammed myself onto him as I felt my body getting ready to orgasm a second time. He shifted his hand to pinch my clit. "Carlos," I screamed as he finally emptied into the condom.

"Look at me," Carlos demanded when I turned away from his gaze. I was embarrassed about having sex with a stranger. Carlos was my patient. Guilt hit like a ton of bricks. Carlos probably thought I did that often. I was acting like a slut. He gently turned my head to look into his eyes. "You're not a slut," he said. "You have needs, and I'm willing to assist."

"I've never done that before," I whispered. "Have sex with a stranger."

"How many partners did you have?" Carlos asked.

"Two, including you," I replied. "You probably had a lot more." My face felt hot from embarrassment.

"I've had my share, but it was less than people think." I assumed hundreds of women slept with Carlos. "Less than twenty, Babe. I'm monogamous in my sexual activities. I exclusively wear condoms except for that one time when Rachel got pregnant. I've never had sex with a stripper or hooker. I get tested regularly."

"Your latest tests should be back soon," I reminded him. I passed him a tissue to remove the condom, then tossed it into the trash.

"Come here," he growled when I tried to move away from him. I didn't want to hurt him.

"How are your ribs?" I asked, worried I caused more damage.

"Babe, I'm fine," Carlos replied. He kissed my lips, then rubbed our noses together. "Mi corazón, alma y vida. Para siempre." (My heart, soul and life. Forever)

I didn't know what he said, but I loved the sound of him speaking Spanish. The words made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

His fingers gently caressed mine. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my palm. It was intimate. "Do you regret it?" I asked, my voice was barely a whisper.

"No," he replied. I smiled and closed my eyes. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. Laying beside Carlos was almost paradise.