Chapter 31It was a gorgeous Sunday in June, with not a cloud in the sky. And what made it even more gorgeous was Wills didn’t have to work—I had him to myself.
“No! No!” I sprawled on the bed, giddy and breathless, while he nibbled on my toes. I’d had johns who’d rimmed me or who’d blown in my ears, but not one of them had ever considered my toes an erogenous zone.
Well, frankly, neither had I. That Wills was the one to discover it…
He sucked my big toe into his mouth, and I convulsed with laughter again. He looked up, brushed the hair from his eyes, and grinned. You’d think he was the first person to ever pay attention to my toes.
Oh, wait, he was!
“Don’t make breakfast today, babe.” He ran a fingertip from the ball of my foot to my heel, and I squirmed at the ticklish sensation.
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