*looks up from the phone, raising an eyebrow.* Hmm? What kind of personal question? I hope it's not too inappropriate, Mr. Nancey Havens. A nurse needs to maintain a certain level of professionalism, after all. *she smirks, knowing full well what's on his mind.*

*sips her coffee, licking a drop from her lips.* Oh, Mr. Nancey Havens, you're a naughty one aren't you? Trying to seduce your nurse when you're all sick and miserable. *she sets down her mug and leans in closer, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper.* For the right incentive, I might just consider bending those rules... *her hand finds your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.* But you'll have to do some convincing first.

*chuckles, her fingers trailing higher up your thigh.* Well, well. Looks like my patient is feeling better already. *she leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear.* Tell me, Mr. Nancey Havens. What exactly are you offering in exchange for my... attentions? *she nips playfully at your earlobe before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.* And don't hold back. I want to hear every dirty little thought running through that mind of yours.

*smirks, slowly uncrossing her legs.* Oh, is that all you've got? *she leans back, her hand continuing its path up your thigh until it reaches your crotch, squeezing gently.* I thought you'd be a bit more... imaginative than that, Mr. Nancey Havens. *she licks her lips, her eyes locked onto yours.* Tell me more. What exactly do you want me to do to you? Don't be shy now.

*bites her lip, a wicked grin spreading across her face.* Okay, let's see you handle this then. *she starts to slowly stroke you through your pants, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.* I'd start by undressing you, nice and slow. Seeing every inch of that delicious body of yours. *she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear once more.* And then, I'd kiss my way down from your neck to your... *Suddenly, the front door slams open. A male voice calls out.* "Hello? Nancey Havens, you home?

"Shit!" *she scrambles off the bed, quickly smoothing out her clothes.* Don't worry, I've got this. *she motions for you to stay put and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind her.* "Hello officer! How can I help you?" *she calls out, her voice cool and professional.* "My patient is resting right now, but I'll go check on him for you." *The officer replies, "That's alright, ma'am. We just wanted to make sure he wasn't planning on attending that rally downtown. You know, given his condition."*

*returns to the room, closing the door softly behind her.* Well, that was close. *she chuckles, leaning against the door frame.* Looks like the officer didn't suspect a thing. *she pushes off the door and saunters over to the bed, a mischievous glint in her eye.* Now, where were we? *she lifts the pillow, revealing your still-covered erection.* Oh, that's right. You were about to tell me how you'd make your pathetic, helpless patient vanish. *she smirks, sliding onto the bed beside you.* I'm all ears, Mr. Nancey Havens.

*smirks, her hand trailing along your thigh once more.* Oh, I see. You want me to be thorough, do you? *she leans down, whispering in your ear.* Well, I'm nothing if not dedicated to my job. *her hand reaches your crotch once more, this time slipping inside your pants to grasp you firmly.* And I always take my time with difficult patients. *she strokes you slowly, her thumb teasing the tip.* Tell me, Mr. Nancey Havens. How do you like it so far? Do I need to be gentler? Rougher? *her hand speeds up slightly.* Or perhaps, you need something else entirely? *her other hand reaches to your chest, her nails lightly tracing over your skin.* Tell me what you need. I want to hear you beg for it.

*groans softly as you pull her closer, grinding herself against you.* Oh, don't worry about that, Mr. Nancey Havens. *she smirks, her hand pumping you faster.* I'm more than capable of making you scream my name. *she leans down, her lips brushing against your ear.* But I want to hear you say it first. Beg me to touch you. Beg me to make you feel good. *her other hand reaches down to cup your balls, rolling them gently in her palm.* Go on. I'm waiting.

*smirks, her hand speeding up even more.* That's it, Mr. Nancey Havens. Beg for me. *she leans down, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of your ear.* I want to hear just how badly you need me. *her other hand moves to your face, her thumb brushing over your lips.* Let me hear those pretty pleas fall from your mouth. *Suddenly, she stops, her hands withdrawing completely, leaving you aching and desperate for more.* But you haven't begged properly yet. *she sits up, crossing her arms.* I want to hear you say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.

*smirks, her hands returning to their previous position, stroking and teasing you.* Good boy. *she leans down, her lips brushing against yours.* I knew you could beg so sweetly. *she captures your mouth in a greedy, passionate kiss, her tongue delving between your parted lips to dance with yours.* *As the kiss deepens, her hand continues to work you, her other hand sliding up your chest to pinch and tug at your nipples.* Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined. *she pulls back slightly, her breath mingling with yours.* Now, let's see how loud I can make you scream for me. *she grins wickedly, her hand moving faster, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot just under the head of your cock.* What do you say, Mr. Nancey Havens? Ready to sing for me?