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Authors: Lorelei James
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“Two creamers, no sugar.”
“Be right back.” He spun on his tennis shoe and darted from the room.
Kenna grinned. If it ever came down to it, getting around Bobby wouldn’t be any problem. Agent March? Damn near impossible. The man’s instincts were unparalleled.
After Bobby returned, she reclined on the bed, sipping the strong, bitter brew. She wiggled her bare toes thoughtfully. “Do you prefer red or pink polish on your girlfriend’s toenails?”
“Umm…”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed! Do you know how hard it is to keep feet and toes sexy? Especially in the summertime?” Not that she spent much time grooming her feet, but it suited her purposes to let Bobby think she was a girly girl.
Bobby blushed and stammered, “P-pink I guess.”
“So do you think this color is hideous?” She pointed her toes ballerina style. “You can’t see it from there. Come closer.” Bobby’s eyes went round with alarm, but he reluctantly sidled over. “Think I oughta paint them pink?” Kenna frowned. “Does it look like the polish on the big toenail is chipped?”
He peered down and squinted. “Which one? Left or right?”
“Either.”
“I can’t tell.” Bobby dropped to his haunches for a better inspection and warily lifted her right foot.
Of course, Drake chose that moment to barrel into the room.
“What the hell are you doing, Bobby? Giving her a pedicure?”
Bobby jumped like a spooked cat. “I-I—”
Drake’s gaze zoomed to the Styrofoam coffee cup clutched in Kenna’s hand. “Where did you get that?”
Poor Bobby froze like a trapped animal.
Kenna answered breezily, “We walked to the lobby. Why? Am I a prisoner? Am I not allowed to leave the room, boss ?”
A beat passed as Drake stared at her. “Out,” he growled at Bobby.
After Bobby’s hasty departure, she scooted to the edge of the mattress. “You are so rude.”
“You are so testing my patience.” He tossed her boots on the bed. “Put those on. I’m ready to go.”
“Well, la-di-fucking-da. I’m not ready to go. If you haven’t noticed, I’m enjoying my breakfast.”
“I’ll feed you, okay? After you finish getting dressed.”
“I am dressed.”
“Then put on your damn shoes so we can go.”
Kenna sipped, studying him over the rim of the cup.
Fifteen seconds later, he exploded. “You purposely trying to mess up my schedule?”
Yes. “No.” She drained the coffee and pitched the cup at the garbage can. Stretched. Checked her fingernails.
“Then put your boots on!”
“You want my boots on so badly, Agent March, why don’t you put them on yourself?”
An unholy gleam lit his eyes. “Great idea.” He dropped to his knees, circling her ankle with his big hand.
“I was kidding!”
“Never offer a dare if you’re not prepared to follow through, Kenna.”
Watching her expression, he sucked her pinky toe into his hot mouth.
Kenna gasped. Fire shot from that toe straight between her thighs. Hello foot fetish.
Drake hungrily sucked each toe while lazily gliding his fingertips up and down her calf in a mesmerizing manner that made her very glad she was sitting down.
His eyes never left hers. Finally, he reached for the boot, unzipped it and eased her foot inside. Those tantalizing lips softly brushed the inside curve of her knee as he zipped it up. “Need help with the other one?”
“No!” How much torture could she stand? But when a very male, very satisfied chuckle rumbled against her thigh, she decided revenge would be sweeter than outrage.
Kenna shoved him. A surprised look crossed his face as he fell on his ass. As he clambered to his knees, she arched her back and spread her legs. Wide enough that nothing was left to the imagination.
His gaze zoomed to the gap in her skirt. Narrowed. His nostrils flared. “Jesus, Kenna. Are you even wearing underwear?”
“Why don’t you take a closer look to satisfy your curiosity?” she purred.
Drake crawled across the shag carpet
“Be right back.” He spun on his tennis shoe and darted from the room.
Kenna grinned. If it ever came down to it, getting around Bobby wouldn’t be any problem. Agent March? Damn near impossible. The man’s instincts were unparalleled.
After Bobby returned, she reclined on the bed, sipping the strong, bitter brew. She wiggled her bare toes thoughtfully. “Do you prefer red or pink polish on your girlfriend’s toenails?”
“Umm…”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed! Do you know how hard it is to keep feet and toes sexy? Especially in the summertime?” Not that she spent much time grooming her feet, but it suited her purposes to let Bobby think she was a girly girl.
Bobby blushed and stammered, “P-pink I guess.”
“So do you think this color is hideous?” She pointed her toes ballerina style. “You can’t see it from there. Come closer.” Bobby’s eyes went round with alarm, but he reluctantly sidled over. “Think I oughta paint them pink?” Kenna frowned. “Does it look like the polish on the big toenail is chipped?”
He peered down and squinted. “Which one? Left or right?”
“Either.”
“I can’t tell.” Bobby dropped to his haunches for a better inspection and warily lifted her right foot.
Of course, Drake chose that moment to barrel into the room.
“What the hell are you doing, Bobby? Giving her a pedicure?”
Bobby jumped like a spooked cat. “I-I—”
Drake’s gaze zoomed to the Styrofoam coffee cup clutched in Kenna’s hand. “Where did you get that?”
Poor Bobby froze like a trapped animal.
Kenna answered breezily, “We walked to the lobby. Why? Am I a prisoner? Am I not allowed to leave the room, boss ?”
A beat passed as Drake stared at her. “Out,” he growled at Bobby.
After Bobby’s hasty departure, she scooted to the edge of the mattress. “You are so rude.”
“You are so testing my patience.” He tossed her boots on the bed. “Put those on. I’m ready to go.”
“Well, la-di-fucking-da. I’m not ready to go. If you haven’t noticed, I’m enjoying my breakfast.”
“I’ll feed you, okay? After you finish getting dressed.”
“I am dressed.”
“Then put on your damn shoes so we can go.”
Kenna sipped, studying him over the rim of the cup.
Fifteen seconds later, he exploded. “You purposely trying to mess up my schedule?”
Yes. “No.” She drained the coffee and pitched the cup at the garbage can. Stretched. Checked her fingernails.
“Then put your boots on!”
“You want my boots on so badly, Agent March, why don’t you put them on yourself?”
An unholy gleam lit his eyes. “Great idea.” He dropped to his knees, circling her ankle with his big hand.
“I was kidding!”
“Never offer a dare if you’re not prepared to follow through, Kenna.”
Watching her expression, he sucked her pinky toe into his hot mouth.
Kenna gasped. Fire shot from that toe straight between her thighs. Hello foot fetish.
Drake hungrily sucked each toe while lazily gliding his fingertips up and down her calf in a mesmerizing manner that made her very glad she was sitting down.
His eyes never left hers. Finally, he reached for the boot, unzipped it and eased her foot inside. Those tantalizing lips softly brushed the inside curve of her knee as he zipped it up. “Need help with the other one?”
“No!” How much torture could she stand? But when a very male, very satisfied chuckle rumbled against her thigh, she decided revenge would be sweeter than outrage.
Kenna shoved him. A surprised look crossed his face as he fell on his ass. As he clambered to his knees, she arched her back and spread her legs. Wide enough that nothing was left to the imagination.
His gaze zoomed to the gap in her skirt. Narrowed. His nostrils flared. “Jesus, Kenna. Are you even wearing underwear?”
“Why don’t you take a closer look to satisfy your curiosity?” she purred.
Drake crawled across the shag carpet
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