Nottingham Nights

Two weeks in hospital after a motorcycle accident, and Nurse Patience had been the only bright spot.

Kwame watched her move around the ward, that thick body somehow graceful in her blue scrubs. Patience was thirty-four, Ghanaian like him, with a smile that could make you forget you had three broken ribs. Her curves were impossible to hide, even under the shapeless uniform—wide hips, full breasts, and a backside that made the other patients suddenly need their bedpans adjusted.

"You're staring again, Mr. Osei," she said, catching him.

"Can you blame me?"

She laughed, checking his vitals. "You're well enough to flirt, so you're well enough to go home tomorrow."

"And what if I don't want to leave?"

Those dark eyes met his, something flickering behind them. "Then we'd have to find another reason for you to stay."

Discharge day came with paperwork and instructions. Patience walked him to the exit, her hand professional on his arm but lingering.

"Take your painkillers. Don't strain yourself. Any complications, come straight back."

"What about follow-up care?"

"Your GP will handle that."

"What if I want you to handle it?"

She glanced around, then slipped something into his pocket. "I'm off at seven. That's my address. If you're serious."

He was serious.

Her flat in Sneinton was small but cozy, smelling of jollof rice and something sweeter. She answered the door in a silk robe, her hair down for the first time since he'd known her.

"You came."

"Told you I was serious."

She pulled him inside, closing the door. "Good. Because I've been wanting to do this since you woke up from surgery."

The kiss was hungry, desperate. She tasted like wine and ginger. Her hands were everywhere—his chest, his shoulders, careful around his healing ribs.

"We have to be gentle," she murmured. "You're still recovering."

"I've had worse."

"Mmm, but I haven't." She pulled back the robe, revealing herself. "I plan to break you in properly."

Her body was everything he'd imagined and more. Full breasts with dark nipples, a soft belly perfect for holding onto, hips that could hypnotize. She lay him back on her bed like he was still her patient, taking complete control.

"Just relax," she said. "Nurse knows best."

She started with her mouth, taking him slow and deep until he was gripping the sheets. Then she climbed on top, easing herself down with a satisfied sigh.

"Oh yes. That's even better than I imagined."

Patience lived up to her name, riding him slowly, carefully, mindful of his injuries but determined to drive him insane. Her thick body rose and fell, her breasts bouncing, her face twisted in pleasure.

"God, you feel good," she panted. "Two years since I had a proper man. Two years."

"Let me make up for lost time."

He guided her hips, finding a rhythm that made her gasp. She leaned back, changed the angle, and suddenly she was shaking, coming hard around him.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!"

But she didn't stop. She rolled them over, mindful of his ribs, and pulled him deeper.

"Again. I need it again."

They went three more rounds before his body genuinely needed rest. Patience curled up beside him, her thick thigh across his legs.

"Best patient I ever had," she murmured.

"Best nurse I ever had."

"You know this is unethical. Fraternizing with patients."

"Former patient," Kwame corrected. "I've been officially discharged."

She laughed, that warm sound he'd come to love from his hospital bed. "True. So what happens now?"

"Now you become my girlfriend, and whenever I pretend to be hurt, you give me this treatment."

"Sounds like a deal." She kissed his chest. "Though you might not have to pretend. The way I plan to ride you, you might actually need medical attention."

Six months later, Kwame moved into her flat. His mates couldn't believe his luck—the finest nurse at Queen's Med, and she'd chosen him.

"How'd you manage that?" they asked.

"Motorcylce accident," he replied with a grin. "Best thing that ever happened to me."

Patience had a different answer. She'd tell the other nurses at work, showing off the engagement ring: "I just took good care of him. Very, very good care."

And every night, she continued to do exactly that.