Aden lay propped against the pillows in his luxurious private hospital suite, the soft glow of a single bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the room. The clock on the wall read just past midnight. Three long weeks had passed since the accident that had left him temporarily immobile—a wealthy man used to control, now confined to this bed, dependent on others. But nothing had tested his restraint like Nurse Ruby.

From the moment she first entered his room, clipboard in hand and that crisp white uniform hugging every lush curve, Aden had been hooked. Her large, heavy breasts strained against the fabric, her hips swayed with a natural, hypnotic rhythm, and her full thighs promised softness he craved to bury himself in. Her face was the picture of innocent beauty—plump lips, wide doe eyes, and a gentle smile that never quite hid the faint blush when he stared too long. She was oblivious to the fire she lit in him. Every time she leaned over to check his vitals, adjust his sheets, or feed him, his cock would swell painfully beneath the thin hospital gown, throbbing with raw need.