Priest (The Richards Book 1)

by Bre Shadae

“Keep your feet off the floor.” “Huh?” I heard him perfectly clear. It was the fact that he was so close to me that made me short circuit. “I would like for you to keep your feet off the floor. Can you do that for me?” I didn’t understand how a simple request could have such an effect on me. I looked over his shoulder for help and Jasmine and her aunt were in their own little world and the last thing I saw was Jasmine’s little puff balls as Pria took her into another room pointing at something she wanted her to see. “Don’t move.” Priest disappeared from the room and reappeared seconds later. In one hand he held a towel that looked to be damp and another draped across his right shoulder. I sat frozen awaiting what was going to happen next. He grabbed my right foot and put the warm cloth on it. He cleaned them gently and the temperature of the towel coupled with his hands caressing my sore feet made me groan. He silently stared at me the whole time. He cleaned my right foot thoroughly then did the same to the left. When both were done he took the dry cloth and removed any dampness that was left behind. It was so gentle yet so erotic. I didn’t even see the house shoes he had in his left hand as he raised my foot up. I was hoping they were going to another destination but I had to admit the shoes were very comfortable. He pulled me onto the ground and I fought to balance myself because I felt so light.