“Sorry, I forgot,” I say innocently, biting back my smile as Denver’s warm breath skates down the side of my neck.
“When you’re with me, I do that,” he rasps.
“Sure,” I reply, sliding my hand out from beneath his and sneaking a glance at him. But he’s already moving, exiting the car swiftly and rounding the hood to get to my door.
I take the hand he holds out to me, climbing out into the evening air. His large fingers splay out across the base of my spine as he maneuvers me toward the entrance of my building, his head swiveling as he scans the sidewalk.
We ride the elevator up to my floor in silence. His hand doesn’t leave my back until I open my front door and step inside.
“Hey, baby,” I sing to Monty as he sprints over to me, his paws skidding on the polished marble floor of the entryway. I bend to pick him up, dropping my clutch on the floor. He wriggles in my arms and licks at my face. “I missed you too.”
I give him a kiss on his head and put him on the floor. His butt shakes side to side and he whimpers as he pushes past me, impatiently.
Denver’s crouching, rubbing Monty’s ears as I turn. Monty looks at me, his brown eyes hooded in ecstasy as Denver’s giant hand engulfs his head. He looks so small next to Denver as he gently fusses him.
“Monty,” I call.
He ignores me, his back leg starting to bounce up and down as Denver hits a good spot.
I reach down to undo the ankle strap on my shoe. My heels are new and so high, I’ve been itching to take them off and give my feet a rest.
“Ugh,” I mutter as the silk hem of my dress snags on my bracelet.
“Hold still.”
Denver moves in front of me, bending on one knee. He expertly frees my bracelet and I straighten up.
“Thanks.”
My breath catches as a warm hand slides around my ankle, lifting my foot. I stare at him as he places my heel onto his thigh.
“They’ve made your skin red,” he grumbles as he eases the strap undone.
He slides the shoe from my foot, placing it onto the floor next to him, before bringing my foot back to rest against his thigh again. A warm pressure eases my aching muscles as he massages my ankle with strong fingers.
A tiny whimper slips from my throat as his thumb slides to the arch of my sole and traces a slow caress over it. I swallow down a lump of disappointment as he places my foot on the floor. But it’s only to switch sides. I bite my lower lip as he lifts my other heel, placing it onto his thigh.
“I never knew being on your knees like you’re worshiping your client was part of a bodyguard’s description,” I say with a teasing tone.
Denver looks at me from beneath his dark brows as he frees my other ankle from my shoe and gives it the same careful attention as the first.
“How’s that feel?”
The warmth from his breath seeps through the thin silk of my dress, climbing its way up to the apex between my thighs.
I suck in a breath.
“It feels… weird.”
His thick brows flatten over his eyes, and he frowns, looking at my shoes like they’re the cause.
My phone chimes with an incoming text inside my clutch bag.
“It’s fine. Better,” I add quickly, slipping my foot from his thigh.
He passes my clutch to me as he stands. I pull my phone out and smile as a text pops up on the screen.
“Brad said he can squeeze me in for a session in the morning.”
