Vincent is pacing back and forth outside Hailee's ward. Her maids are helping her to get a bath. It frustrates him that he cannot use his hands yet.
He wants to bathe Hailee himself and dress her. He would love to take care of her and be in service, but he has nothing to do for now but cuddle her.
"Don't worry, hubby. Your body is still useful to me. Hug me like this…" she said this morning; they woke up. She got up from the bed, then sat down on his lap and purred against his chest.
He frowned. She was giving him that kind of look, teasing him as he had his morning hard-on.
"How about a hand job?"
Hailee whispered in his ear; he shrunk his pupils, pressing his mouth tight not to sigh hungrily. This girl was behaving naughtily early in the morning.
She had no idea how he only controlled himself not to touch her when she still looked pale. It scares him she might pass out if they make love.
