Page 110 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

Four hours later, Luke helped her into the apartment, because after four hours in heels, she was done.

“Have I told you that you are the best girlfriend?” Luke said, leading her into the bedroom.

“Maybe once or twice.”

“That was a really cool thing you did tonight. It’s something I think we’ll all remember.”

“You’re welcome. And I think my feet are going to remember it for a long while, too.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to angle herself so she could reach the buckle of her shoes without her bump getting in the way.

“Here,” Luke said, dropping to his knees. “Let me do that for you.” He reached for a foot and carefully undid the buckle and slid the strappy shoes off her feet. Lines were left behind in her skin.

“Jeez. It looks like we’re at the swollen feet stage of pregnancy.” Willow reached forward to massage them gently.

“Hey.” Luke batted her hand away. “I said I’d do that for you.” He lifted her foot, gripped it firmly, and ran both thumbs along the arch.

“Oh, God. That feels good.”

Luke looked up at her and grinned. “Steady, flower. My dick’s a bit confused because you normally make those kinds of noises when we’re fucking.”

“No confusion,” she said, putting her hands in the air. “I’ve been on my feet for most of the day. I need some sleep. Fucking can resume tomorrow.”

“I have an idea,” Luke said, quickly removing her other shoe.

He stood and tugged her to her feet, before going to his drawer and grabbing a super soft navy T-shirt with a faded white logo on it. Gently, he tugged on the tie of the halter, then shimmied the dress down over her strapless bra and panties.

“Hey, Cletus,” he said, placing a kiss on her tummy, a move that made her melt.

Carefully, he undid her bra, removed her panties, and then lowered his T-shirt over her head. “Go wash your face and do whatever else it is you do in there while I just organise a couple of things.”

Willow did as he said, and when she returned to the bedroom, she was shocked to find candles lit on most surfaces and soft, ambient music playing. He wore a pair of athletic shorts that sat low on his hips. She liked him best when she could see his tattoos and the low V beneath his hips.

“Quit it with the sexy eyes, flower. You’re tired, and I’m respecting that. But don’t look at me like I’m one of Nan’s fairy cakes, or I’ll ask you to come take a bite.”

“So, what’s all this?”

“This is operation pamper my girlfriend. Go lie down. Can I use that oil you have in the bathroom, the stuff that makes your skin all super smooth and shiny?”

“Sure.”

When he returned with the bottle and a towel, he crawled to the foot of the bed. “Close your eyes. Fall asleep if you want.”

She did as he asked and listened as he flipped the lid of the oil, then closed it again. When he reached for her foot, it tickled, making her jump. “Relax, flower.”

Luke dug his thumbs into the soles of her feet again, and this time, she flopped her head fully back onto the pillow. “You are my hero,” she groaned.

Her arch, her toes, her heel. No part of her foot was left undone.

He carried on, up her calf, all the way to her knee. Strong drummers’ hands made light work of the tension in her muscles, leaving her feeling as melted as butter. When he was finished on the first leg, he silently began on the other foot.

The last thing she remembered was his softly uttered words wishing her a good sleep as his arms finally wrapped around her.

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