The ride back to the resort was quiet, but to Jackie’s relief, Antonio didn’t complain. He simply positioned his shoulder so that Jackie could rest. She wasn’t sure why she always found herself with her head resting on Antonio’s shoulder. This was becoming their thing, a comfortable routine.
Between the uneven streets outside the restaurant and the long walk from the front entrance of the resort, Jackie’s dogs were barking. The sharp pain in her pinky toe sobered her right up. She probably should have picked a more sensible shoe, butsensiblewas a word that most of Jackie’s shoe collection didn’t exemplify. She could walk in heels with the best of them. If pressed, she could probably run in them. And tonight, she had danced in these heels, looking up into the deep brown eyes of a very tall, beautiful specimen of a man.
In the lobby, they were intercepted by Graciela. It was well after two in the morning. Did the woman ever sleep?
“Off the premises after-hours, Señor Steele? Señora Miles?” She scowled, her bangles rattling against her tablet. “Our resort has all the amenities for yourhealthyenjoyment. What could we possibly be lacking here?”
“Meat,” Antonio said. He and Jackie looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Graciela shook her head and walked past them, muttering under her breath. Jackie was pretty sure she heard “puta,” one of the few words she understood in Spanish.
“C’mon, Lucky.” Antonio extended his hand, and Jackie hesitated only slightly before she took it.
When they finally made it to the porch outside their villa, Jackie could go no further.
Antonio opened the door with the key card. “After you, ma.”
Jackie shook her head and pointed to her feet. If she walked another step, she was sure her pinky toe would fall off.
“Deadass? You can’t walk like fifteen more feet?”
Jackie was tough, but her toe throbbed so badly now, it had its own heartbeat.
Antonio sighed. “Fine.”
Before she could object, in one fell swoop, he gathered Jackie into his arms and carried her over the threshold of the villa like a bride on her honeymoon. She wrapped her arms round his neck and heard him let out a low hum. He was enjoying this. She kind of was too. She nuzzled her nose near his neck and inhaled. He smelled like cologne, cigars, and sweat. It was intoxicating.
Antonio placed her on the massive table in the dining area. She started to sit up, but Antonio placed a gentle hand on her thigh.
“Shh!” he commanded. “I got you.”
Jackie watched as Antonio dropped to his knees. He lifted her sundress a bit, exposing her shins. He placed her foot on his chest as he began to untie the gold strap that wound around her ankle. Jackie smirked.This dude ain’t slick. She’d bet if she felt his dick right now, it would have been hard as concrete. She decided to have a little fun.
She pressed the pointy heel of her shoe hard as she could into Ant’s chest. His fingers stilled. She pressed again and watched as he bit his lip and groaned.God. That was sexy.
Jackie decided to remind Antonio that certain things had to be earned. She pressed her heel again, and Ant gripped her calf.
Antonio sucked in a breath and looked up at Jackie. “Jackie, please. You’re killing me, ma.” He swallowed thickly as he looked down at her toes, then back up at her. “Please, Lucky. Give it to me, please.”
Jackie tilted her head as she looked at this fine-as-hell, massive man on his knees before her, begging to let him just touch her feet. She wasn’t one to get off on power play, but this was…delicious. This was scratching her inner dominatrix fix.
Jackie eased the pressure off of Ant’s chest, and he exhaled slowly. She leaned back on the table, lifting her leg higher, placing her foot right in front of his face. She wiggled her toes, coaxing him to proceed.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Antonio asked, biting his lip.
Yeah, Jackie was getting off on this. If he’d checked the seat of her thong, his assumption would have been proven correct.
Antonio slowly untied one gold strap and removed her left shoe. He massaged her sore calf, moving down to get at her slightly swollen ankle. When his large, skillful hands got to her sore arches, Jackie let out a breathy moan. He was so good at foot massages.My god…
“You like that?” Antonio asked as he expertly moved his hands from her arches to the balls of her feet.
