Beautiful Surrender (The Surrender Series Book Three) by Priscilla West Read Free Book Online

least. My life is too crazy at the moment and I’m sure you’re really
stressed out as well. It’ll be good for both of us.”
    His
gaze narrowed. “The only time I’m not stressed is when I’m with you.”
    I
looked at him skeptically. “What about your work? You’ve seemed pretty worried
about it the last few weeks.”
    “Work
is work. I can manage it, especially when I’m thinking about you. It helps to
have something to look forward to.”
    “I
thought you said I was a distraction?”
    “That
was when my priorities were different. Seems so long ago. Now work is the
distraction.”
    “And
I’m your main concern now? Is it because of Marty?”
    “It’s
because the way I feel about you. You’re more than a concern. You’re a part of
my life.”
    “You’ve
been so busy lately. I’ve hardly seen you. I don’t feel like I’ve been that big
of a part of your life.”
    I
expected him to have some kind of charming response but instead, he bent down
and casually slipped off each of his black loafers, leaving him in his black
socks. He set his shoes near my feet. Then he started slipping off my flats.
    “Uh,
what are you doing?”
    He
managed to slip off one when I pulled my legs away.
    “I
sincerely hope that you’re not expecting us to have sex on your couch. I know
you’re all for ‘finishing what we started’ but roses and a cute card aren’t
going to cut it.”
    His
expression was unreadable. “Give me your feet. I want to show you something.”
    “What
for?”
    “Trust
me.”
    Sensing
he didn’t intend for us to have sex, I gingerly scooched my legs back and
offered him the foot with the remaining shoe. He gently removed it and inserted
my feet in his loafers.
    I felt
the lingering warmth of his feet on my own. I looked down and was fascinated by
the maleness of the shoe. The texture of the leather was smooth and glossy but
the slight crease near the toes and various small nicks gave it a rough,
unrefined edge. The shape narrowing sharply at the toes seemed to point forward
like a general points his hand to rally an army’s charge. I imagined Vincent
wearing these in a variety of scenarios: walking to high-powered meetings,
standing in front of a podium giving a company-wide speech, bending down to
pick up a quarter. My drab flats looked feminine and dainty in comparison.
    I
wiggled my toes inside, probing the empty space between the inner lining and my
feet. Although comfortable, the loafers were much too big for me. They might as
well have been clown shoes.
    “Now
close your eyes for a moment.”
    I did
as he asked, expecting further instructions. After an awkward minute of not
receiving any, I opened my eyes.
    Vincent
looked at me expectantly. “Well?”
    “Well
what?”
    “What
do you feel?”
    I
wiggled my toes again. “Umm . . . a soft insole? I don’t know. What am I
supposed to feel?”
    “You’re
supposed to feel the muscles in your legs tensing, blood coursing between them,
your cock getting hard like steel.”
    “Um,
what?”
    “You
experience an intense attraction to Kristen. You were thinking about product strategy
before but now your thoughts are turning dirty. You can’t think straight. All
you can think about is when you’re going to see Kristen again. And if anyone
hurts her, there will be hell to pay. Then you realize she’s what you want. All
you’ve ever wanted.” He put his hand on my leg, the warmth seeping through the
denim to my skin. “When you put yourself in my shoes. That’s what you feel.”
    “Oh.”
    “Now
imagine feeling that all the time. During meetings; on the plane; while you’re
eating . . . You see now how you’re a part of my life?”
    I
nodded. “You make a good point.”
    “Do you
still want to see me?”
    Vincent’s
charm was starting to take its effect on me but I still had reservations. Maybe
I’d built up resistance to him from all our time together. “I don’t know. Yes
and no.”
    “What
are the reasons for