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“No. I just like your feet.”
On his way over to her apartment the next day, he stopped off to purchase nail polish in four colors of pink, special toe-separator thingamajigs, and foot cream. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her books open when he came in.
“Are you at a place where you can take a break? I have a surprise for you.”
“I can take a break. What are you up to?”
“You’ll see. Go back to your books. I have to do something in the bathroom.”
“Not another candlelit bubble bath, is it? You know where that led.”
“Ha! No, not this morning, but you gave me an idea for tonight.”
She giggled, charmed by his attention. It was getting harder to resist Jake Saint, and harder to keep her secret from him. Wanting to share with him could only lead to distraction, and she had to stay focused for just a little longer.
“I’ll come to get you when everything is ready. Oh, I need a chair and a bowl.”
“Take whatever you need,” she said, pointing to the cupboard, stymied.
At the kitchen table she tried to read. Nothing was sinking in, and she had to reread the chapter over again. This was the problem with interruptions, but she decided to let it go this time. He’d been so good about leaving her alone to study, or studying with her, and she was doing well in her classes so far. She could afford to take a break.
“Ready or not,” he said, standing behind her.
Turning around to look up at Jake, Geri was once again moved by how handsome he was. Plus, he wanted her. How did she rate?
“Close your eyes.”
“I’m ready for a break,” she said, hoping whatever he had planned didn’t require her to take off her clothes. “I don’t have a clue what you’re doing.”
“You’ll see,” he said. “Don’t open your eyes.”
He led her through the living room to her bedroom. “Okay, you can look.”
In the bathroom, he’d lit candles. The kitchen chair was across from the toilet, and he’d placed her mixing bowl filled with sudsy water in front of the chair.
“What’s this?”
“I’m going to give you a pedicure.”
Barking out a laugh, Geri felt an odd combination of excitement and embarrassment, shyness and seductiveness.
“I’m going to handle your feet,” he whispered, giggling as she protested. “I might suck on your toes. Sit down.”
She sat on the kitchen chair and he sat on the closed toilet, facing her. Reaching down, he picked up her left foot and pulled the sock off it.
“First, I get to wash your foot. I’ll just do one at a time since it’s freezing in this apartment.”
Opening her mouth to object to the foot wash, she quickly shut it, taking a deep breath. Submission was key here and she was determined to do it. Giving in to this would go a long way when she needed hours of study time.
He lowered her foot into the warm water, and she had to admit, it felt good. He gently washed her foot, avoiding the bottom because she was ticklish, but concentrating on her ankle, letting his warm, wet hand wander up the back of her calf. After his hand returned to her foot, the wonderful sensation his touch left behind continued to crawl up her leg, inching its way to her crotch. She involuntarily shuddered and he snickered, keeping his hands on her foot.
“You’re pretty cocky,” she mumbled, her head back against the wall.
“Yeah, I know.”
He wet a washcloth in the sink and wiped the suds off her foot and wrapped it in a towel.
“Now the next one.”
