I massage her heel, then the ball of her foot. “You have beautiful feet.”
She wiggles her toes, painted in bright red. “You mean, I have tiny feet.”
“One doesn’t negate the other.” I bring her foot to my lips and kiss it.
I shift my focus to her other foot, showering it with as much attention.
“Are you one of those guys who has a foot fetish?” She arches a brow. “If so, I should know.”
“If I said I did, are you going to tell me you can make me come by stroking my cock with your feet? If you’re proficient in that party trick, then yeah, I have a foot fetish.”
She tilts back on the mattress and laughs. “The world has no idea you’re that hilarious,” she says.
“Nah. I only share that side of me with people who are”—Special.What the fuck is happening to you, Lindström?—“with the bubbly sex pot I met downstairs.”
“Lucky me.” Her smile is brighter than the sun.
I need to keep this evening on track.
I shrug out of my jacket and place it on the bed. The shirt is next. I fidget with the cufflinks and remove them.
She holds a hand out.
“Good girl.” I drop them in her open palm.
She gets on all fours and walks up the bed to drop them on the nightstand, giving me a hellava view. As she returns to the foot of the bed, I bend down to unlace my shoes.
“I’ll do it.” Her gaze lifts up to meet mine. “If you give me permission to touch you, that is.”
“You’re fucking perfect.” I adopt a military stance. “Permission granted.”
She slides to the carpeted floor and proceeds to undo my shoelaces.
I step out of my shoes.
“Can I remove your socks?”
I cock a brow. “Say please.”
“Can I please remove your socks?”
I nod.
I place a hand on her shoulder for balance.
She tucks each sock in a shoe.
“Can I please remove your pants?”
“Yes.” The word leaves my lips in a rush.
She unbuckles my belt and grabs hold of the zipper.
The distinctive sound feels sweet as she lowers it.
I glance down at her staring up at my bulging cock. “Once you remove my boxer briefs, you’ll have the full effect.”
I don’t have to ask twice.
