Page 61 of Five Days to Be Mine

I take it with me and sit down on the couch.

He returns a moment later with a fluffy white hand towel.

“What’s this for?” I ask, holding the pretty green bottle to the light.

Evan’s fingertips brushes mine as he takes it from me. “For your feet. Which one hurts the most?”

“Evan! You can’t touch my feet.”

He gives me a look that has my insides quenching with anticipation and a bite of fear.

“I can’t? Is it a hard limit?” Evan’s dark chocolate eyes study me, watching my face closely.

He sits next to me on the couch.

“No…it’s just…”

“If I don’t touch your feet princess, how will I know if the glass slipper fits?” He gives me that wde dimpled grin.

I laugh, because nobody has ever called me a Cinderella before. “You don’t need to know my feet.”

“I want to know everything about you, Mara. Come on, set your foot right here.” He puts the towel on the top of his leg and pats it.

Not believing that this is happening, I stretch my leg out to him.

“This is selfish of me.” Evan smiles, dripping oil into his palms.

“How is it selfish of you?”

His thumbs stroke down each toe and I can't talk. The warmth of his touch combined with the pressure is so good.

“I like taking care of my partners. I always have. Knowing that you got to work safely today gave me a buzz all day. I couldn't stop smiling tonight thinking of you here, waiting for me. Doing this for you?” He moves to the ball of my foot and presses down with equal pressure on either side. It makes me moan in pleasure. “Yeah, princess, it fires me up.” His cocky grin makes me blush.

“But that’s not selfish.”

“It depends on how you look at it. It’s getting my needs met and maybe you’re not used to being taken care of or you think I question your independence or ability.” He works his thumbs back up to my big toe. “But I don't. I wouldn’t be attracted to you if you weren’t—”

“Willing to submit?” I swallow back a moan of pleasure.

“Driven. I don't want a partner who can’t do things for themselves or doesn’t have ambition. I guess I want someone who lets me be the Dominant I want to be. But I also want a partner. I have a feeling if I asked you to help seat guests in the restaurant, you would jump in.”

“You’re right, I wouldn't mind helping. I think I’d be a horrible waitress, though. So you want a partner and a submissive?”

“A woman who can submit in the bedroom, yes. But I didn't know this.” Evan presses down on my foot in some kind of wizardly way and the soreness melts.

“Know what?” I murmur.

“That a Dominant could be a protector or a Dom who likes to give their partners pleasure is still a Dom.” Evan swallows.

He gently sets my foot down, then motions for the other one.

I lean back against the warmth of the couch, lost in his massage.

I want to ask him what he means, but I bite my tongue.

His couch is comfy enough for my large body, and this moment feels so blissful.

He moves his thumbs up and down the length of my foot, before working on each and every toe, easing every bit of tension out of my foot.

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