Page 93 of Holiday Hire

She smiles, her blues more luminous, her skin glowing, and wisps of her magenta hair blowing around her angelic face.

I peck her on the forehead and then step on the side of the wind. I slide my arm around her and lead her into the house.

The fireplace creates a tranquil illumination. Someone on the ranch must have come in and turned it on, which isn't abnormal when I'm not home. I leave the lights off and ask, "Do you want a beer?"

"Sure. But I really want to kick these boots off," Phoebe chirps.

"Do your feet hurt?" I ask.

She glances at them, then admits, "I think they're half a size too small."

"Then why are you wearing them?"

She cringes, then admits, "They're beautiful, and it was so sweet of Willow to give them to me."

I stare at her.

She nervously says, "I shouldn't have said anything. Please don't tell Willow."

"Pheebs, you don't have to suffer instead of telling my sister your boots are too small."

"I'm okay. I'm not suffering. Forget I said anything," she frets.

I sigh, then grab her hand and take her to the couch. I order, "Sit down."

She obeys but blurts out, "I don't want to hurt her feelings. I love them. I think I just have to stretch them out or something."

I kneel and tug off each boot. I point at the sofa. "Put your feet on the couch."

"Why?"

"Go on."

She repositions her body, and I lift her feet and slide under them. I pick up one foot and rub it.

She moans. "Oh my gosh, that feels good."

I chuckle, boasting, "I'm a man of many talents."

"Never thought you weren't," she states.

I keep my focus on her expression, pressing on her foot, hoping I still have my skills.

"Wha—" She takes a ragged breath, and her mouth turns into an O.

I roll my thumb over the same spot, fighting a grin, taunting, "What's wrong, Pheebs?"

"I...uh..." She locks eyes with me.

Jesus, I want to hear her beg me.

I keep the same hand on her foot, then pick up her other one. It takes two seconds for me to find the same erogenous zone.

"Oh my... Oh my gosh," she breathes, her lips quivering.

I still got it.I give myself mental high fives.

"Everything okay?" I tease, clenching my jaw, my cock straining against my zipper.

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