rubHe watches me intently as I slowly knead my fingers around, making sure to even get the toes. His jaw ticks as I lick my bottom lip and stroke the base of his plastic foot. After five minutes, I wipe off the lotion, then help put on his shoe.
“How was that?” I ask with a smirk.
“Couldn’t say.”
“Guess it’s my turn,” I say, chuckling at his brooding expression.
We take a few more turns until I pick up a Sorry! card and send him back to start. This time, I’m fully prepared to get what I want.
“Whatcha got this time?” He arches a brow.
I stand between his legs, then straddle his lap with each of my thighs outside his. “You have to close your eyes and not move.”
“Piper,” he warns in his smooth baritone that sends shivers down my spine. His hands grip my hips as my body rocks against h
