“Here, I’m an expert.” Trace surprised her by moving her feet to his lap.
Clutching her right foot, Trace rubbed the bottom and worked his fingers into her sore tendons. Basking in relief, Monique mumbled, “I don’t think you know what you’re getting into, because if you keep doing that, I won’t let you stop.”
“Better?” He rolled his knuckles over her arch.
“It feels like heaven.” She started to close her eyes. “Please don’t bring me back down to earth.”
Mesmerized by the expert touch of his strong hands, Monique shifted her arm and rested her glass on the table. Then, she repositioned her back against the armrest, allowing Trace full access to her aching feet. As pretty as those heels were, they were brutal. All at once she realized what on earth she was doing and pulled her feet away from his hands. Just because they used to date didn’t give him the right to give her toes an orgasm. “Much better. My feet are good now. Thank you.”
“Nice try.” Trace locked a grip on her feet and brought them back to his lap. “The customer is always right.” He leveled a sly grin. “Hey, I paid for a room. You said so yourself.” Before she could say a word or yank her feet back, he tightened his clasp around them. “No moving.”
Trace’s forehead creased with his serious expression. She laughed at the way he narrowed his eyes, committing to hold on to her poor toes for dear life.
She sighed, relaxing again. Trace had the ability to calm her as fast as he excited her like no one else. Monique closed her eyes and leaned back letting him press his thumbs against the balls of her feet. “Well, as long as you insist, my toes would like multiple orgasms please.” He chuckled. “You have no idea how good that feels. Adele is always giving me foot rubs, but her hands just don’t have the strength.”
“You’ve had a rough day.” Seemingly dedicated to the task of giving her pleasure, he placed her right foot beside him on the couch and picked up her left. Applying pressure, Trace started at her heel, and pressed his thumbs over her sole and up to the ball of her foot. He cleared his throat. “It doesn’t seem like the past six years have been a walk in the park either. Why did you pick Jarod over me?”
She opened her eyes. “But I didn’t.” Shocked he’d bring Jarod into this sweet moment, Monique drew her legs up. She straightened her back against the armrest. “Why would you ask such a thing?”
“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” Trace shrugged, picking up his glass. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about.”
The fatigue from her day switched to a Mayday, Mayday alarm waiting for his response. Her heart pounded in her chest while he swallowed a sip of wine and placed the goblet back on the coffee table.
“Why do I ask?” He gestured to the entry hall leading to their bedrooms and she knew he was referring to Adele. Trace ran a hand over the cover of The Poky Little Puppy’s First Christmas book beside him. “Adele’s four. It doesn’t seem like you wasted much time finding someone new.”
About Kate Kisset: Kate Kisset, Contemporary romance author[/caption] Former San Francisco radio disc jockey Kate Kisset is passionate about telling great stories. After playing thousands of Pop, Country, Rock and Oldies tunes, for her primarily female fan base, she changed her tune and became an author. Just a Kiss is the first book in her Napa Vineyard romance series, The Single Girls Wine Club. She lives in Northern California and Santa Barbara with her family and rescue pup “editor” Luciana Parmigiana, where she hikes, reads, listens to music, and drinks wine.
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