Way to kill the mood.
I catch her foot under the water and hold it in my palm. “Where are you heading? Personal or work?”
Her face softens at my touch, and she leans back against the tub wall. “I’m taking a creative reset.”
“Reset from what?” My thumbs press into her arch.
“Being stuck.” The two words pass by her lips like a breath.
“Stuck?” I knead the ball of her foot, watching her lips part for another unguarded inhale.
“Everything. Work, home, expectations. I needed to do something for me.”
I lift her ankle a little higher, letting warm water sheet down her calf. “Are you running away from something?”
“No.” Her gaze flicks to where my hands are on her. “I’ve spent the entire year helping Tess launch her new business.”
“The vibrator business?” I drag my thumb up the length of her calf.
“Yes.” She pauses to smirk at me. “The vibrator business.” The way she says it makes me smile.
“That’s gotta make you wildly overqualified for the pleasure department.”
Her smile turns knowing.
“I should warn you.” My thumb traces slow circles, “I’ve spent a fair amount of time around the toys, too. Strictly professional, of course. Market research.”
“Professional, huh?”
“Absolutely. I make sure my ladies get the best. What works and what’s worth it. I give them quality and variety. I’m a no judgment zone.”
“Sounds like you’ve got quite the résumé.”
I shrug, teasing. “Mostly just paying attention.”
She lets out a soft laugh, eyes dropping briefly to my hand before finding mine again.
“Uh-huh,” she says. “I’m sure it is very rigorous.”
“I take my work seriously.” My thumb pushes deeper, drawing out her beautiful moan.
Her body arches, and her face looks like pure pleasure.
“I see you do.”
Her toes curl against my inner thigh and press in just enough to make my muscles jump. Her heel follows, sliding up until the sole of her foot is flat against my dick.
A sharp breath hisses through my teeth. “Careful.”
She smirks, her lips parting just enough to let me see the tip of her tongue. She says nothing, but her foot lingers.
Fuck, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I drag my thumbs up to her toes. Then kiss each toe—one by one.
“And what does a creative reset have you up to?” My tongue traces the curve of her toe.
“Apparently, letting a stranger do naughty things to my feet in a Jacuzzi.” The pad of her heel drags up the length of me.
