My holiday office romance is a departure from my usual “sugar”
BDSM offerings—it’s straight-out kinky, being the romance between a foot
fetishist and an upscale shoe designer. But Shelbie and Rick are a match made
in some crazy stiletto heaven.
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Here’s the
blurb:
Genre: contemporary kink romance
Shelbie
Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's shoe
company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist his red-hot,
sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her passion: shoes.
Here's a sexy snippet for ya ;)
Rick caught up with Shelbie at the top of the stairs. On the second floor, peace reigned. A cozy
sitting room was lit by a fire in the marble hearth. Framed family pictures and
a Chanukah menorah cluttered the top of a polished cherry wood piano.
He followed a quiet
Shelbie toward the piano. “Is this the family quarters?” he asked.
“Yeah, the
downstairs is mostly for show, especially in the winter. It’s warmer up here.”
He touched the
brass menorah with a reverent finger, smiling at the four lit candles. “Every
year, I wondered about all the Christmas trees. Nathanson is a Jewish name—”
“We have the trees downstairs for the staff party. And now for Ka-ro-la.”
“You don’t like
her.”
She picked up a
photo set in a wood frame decorated with seashells and fish. “No, I don’t.”
“Is this you and
your mom?”
“Uh-huh.”
He took it from
her. The picture showed the two of them when Shelbie had been about five,
playing at the beach in the waves.
He put an arm
around her. “Babe—”
“It’s just
that…seeing Karola wearing my mom’s diamonds. My dad got her those when he made
his first million.”
He considered. “That
sucks.”
“Sure does.”
He cuddled her
closer. “What can I do?”
She managed to grin
at him. “How about a kiss to make it better?”
“It’s your heart
that hurts, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” She tried
not to sniffle.
He unbuttoned her
dress halfway down to the waist, and dropped a light kiss on the upper curve of
her left breast. “Cute bra,” he said, pleasure in his voice.
“I didn’t know that
lingerie was one of your fetishes.”
“Everyone loves
black lace. You know, I truly
do hope that work won’t come in the way of…of the fun we could have together.”
He scoped her body up and down. Especially down. She heard his breath hitch as
he looked at her high heeled, strappy shoes.
She grinned at him.
“I want to show you something you’ll really love.” Taking his hand, she led him
to her suite. Andy Warhol
silk-screens covered the outer room walls, coordinating with a bright couch and
chairs in a green and heliotrope floral print. But her bedroom was a shrine to
her passion: the art of the shoe.
She led Rick
inside.
She’d painted a
mural on the wall. Heliotrope on pale green, a giant Victorian boot, complete
with pointy toe, button hooks and a kitten heel. Her bed was in the shape of a
shoe—a Shelbie Sexy Sandal, with the straps made of metal bands painted
heliotrope. They crisscrossed high above the mattress.
Rick gazed around
the room, open-mouthed. She could see a tent forming at the front of his pants.
She raised her
hands, crossed them at the wrist and grabbed one of the bed’s high metal rails,
deliberately displaying herself. “See anything you like?”
He closed his mouth
and came toward her, seizing her in a powerful embrace.
His kiss was hot and
ardent, holding nothing back. One hand slid down to her ass and squeezed, while
the other reached into her upswept hair. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding
her head at a perfect angle to deepen his kiss.
She responded,
slashing her tongue across his, asserting herself. He might be her boss in the
boardroom, but they’d be equals in the bedroom. While they kissed, he resumed
unbuttoning her dress until he could take it off. She dropped her arms to
cooperate, and he pressed her back onto her bed.
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