Page 78 of Mr. February

They chatted for a few minutes while he prepared the cocoa. She removed her shoes and kicked them under the coffee table as she reclined against the arm of the couch and watched him.

“Want a little whiskey in it, too?” Wade asked.

“I probably shouldn’t, but why not? Everything’s topsy turvy today.”

“Not everything. Not yet anyway.”

Wade smirked as he sat next to her with their drinks. Jenny’s eyes widened when she took her first sip.

“That’s delicious but strong!” she said as she sat her mug on the coffee table.

“That’s what she said,” he teased.

Her giggle morphed into a squeal when Wade grabbed her legs and lifted them to place them in his lap. When he used his thumbs on the arch of her foot, she let out an audible moan.

“Oh, god, that feels good,” she whimpered.

A few minutes later, he had reduced her to putty. Wade removed both of her socks and paid considerable attention to her arches and toes.

“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.

Immediately, she wished she could recall the question. She didn’t want to know if he learned it from some other girlfriend.

“My mom broke her ankle when I was a teenager, and we all learned so we could help her rehab it.”

“I’m sorry that happened to her, but I’m grateful to reap the benefits.”

Wade’s chuckle washed over her, and Jenny snuggled back into the couch more.

“This feels good?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s wonderful. I love it. Only, I wonder…”

Her voice trailed off as embarrassment struck. It was one thing to be enthusiastic, but could she initiate this? When she looked at Wade’s expectant, open face, she knew the answer. She cleared her throat, and a tremulous smile formed on her lips.

“I love it,” she repeated. “Only, I wonder if you’d massage my calves, too.”

“Of course,” he answered with alacrity. “Touching you is no hardship.”

Her legs shook slightly as she swung them over to the floor so she could stand. Wade watched in confusion until her hands went to the waistband of her leggings. With a deep breath, Jenny pushed them down over her hips. Then she bent at the waist and thrust out her ass as she shoved the pants down to her knees.

“Fuck,” Wade said on an exhale.

“I sure hope so,” she murmured.

More of her anxiety eased as he scrambled to help her peel her pants down her legs. The lining of the leggings made them much thicker and harder to remove than the yoga pants she preferred for lounge wear. Her pants disappeared once she was freed of them.

When she changed earlier, she also swapped out her bra and panties for the sexiest pair she brought with her. If Wade’s expression was any indication, she made the right decision as she stood there in just her purple thong and wrap sweater. He looked gob-smacked, which she interpreted as a good sign.

Her eyes darted to the front of his pants, which were tented. Okay, everything was going as it should. So far, so good. Jennymaintained eye contact as she leaned against the arm of the couch and stretched her now-bare legs in his direction. The fire in his gaze would have kept her warm if the hotel furnace stopped working.

His voice guttural, Wade asked if she still wanted a massage.

“I want you to touch me. Please. I’ve thought about your hands on me all day.”

Wade’s hand caressed her calf, and she hissed.

“That’s lovely, but I was hoping for something a little higher.”

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