His To Save

21) Boob slip?

          ***ANNIE'S POV***

His head rested on my lap, his eyes closed lightly. My hand moved delicately on his forehead, cleaning his wound as best as I could.
   I knew I had to hurry so I could take him to the hospital for an ankle check-up. But my heart whispered things to me that were selfish.
I wanted to keep him on my lap a little longer. To stare at his attractive facial features till I went blind.

    My eyes wandered off his face and down to his naked upper body. A layer of sweat was spread over his hairless chest and down to his ripped abdomen. The six-pack was evidence of his regular workouts to stay fit. And boy did all the exercises pay off.

  My hands were itching to caress every inch of his perfect body, to worship him like the demi-god he might have been in his previous life.

    "Annie?"

"Huh?!"
My gaze shot back to his face, only to meet a pair of questioning blue eyes. He had caught me ogling him. Oh the hidden embarrassment that was now tearing my core out of my body!

    "Focus."

Fo-focus? Dear gawd!

Was he unaware of how attractive his own body was?
   How that 'V' shape just above his groin was screaming for my attention. I wanted to slip my hand on it and follow it to the ends of the...

  "Annie?" Jack's voice struck again.
I had done it again, stared at his loins like a pervert. "Let me do it myself."

     "No!" I cried, slapping myself out of the lustful trance. There were so many unholy thoughts flocking my mind, but I tried my best and finished tending to his wound.

Jack didn't want to go to the hospital over an ankle sprain, but I managed to persuade him into going. While I did honestly care about his health, I also wanted to go get a birth control implant secretly. It had been too long since I took the pills, and honestly, I hated them.

   I knew that that was the only chance to do it without Jack's knowledge.

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       "Sss! Ow!" I whimpered upon touching the tiny foreign object in my left upper arm. They said the pain would last a day or two, but it was nothing compared to a bullet wound.

  Time for operation getting-back-Jack, my devil side beamed.

I grinned, my eyes on the full-length mirror. The red satin night dress looked sexy. Its hem was a few inches below my womanhood and the chest area was loose enough to accommodate a hand slipping under it.

     Another wicked smirk corrupted my face while my left hand intentionally slid the right strap off my right shoulder to give myself a seductive nature. If I moved around or bent just enough, the right side of the dress would eventually slip off and expose my boob.

   "Go get him," I encouraged myself before picking up the glass of water on my vanity table. The operation was now set in motion.

    Knock-knock!

"Jack?" I called with my ear plastered on his door to catch any sound.

   Nothing.

Still motivated by my succubus devil, I knocked again. "Jack? Are you asleep?"

    "Annie?" His voice hit me from the right side.
The sudden realization that he was actually on the hallway made me gasp slightly.
    Oh shit!

  "You're..." I couldn't form any sensible words as I watched him come near me with a glass of water in his hand. He had a slight limp to his leg and a strip of bandaged wrapped around his head, but he held himself together just perfectly.