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His lush, dark eyelashes almost closed as she followed his line of sight even lower. She cocked her head to the side slowly, attempting to mimic him. The black band at the bottom of her dress had risen showing a good amount of her thighs, but that wasn’t where his stare landed. He was ogling her foot. Stunned anew, she looked back and forth between his eyes and her foot to confirm her suspicion, and sure enough, as her foot bobbed over her crossed leg his eyes bounced with it.

 Is he really?

 Kerri watched him curiously. Slowly she placed the glass on the table and moved her foot slowly to the left then to the right as his eyes followed. She smiled as the clues started falling into place. Gripping the sides of the chair, she bit her lip and uncrossed her legs then re-crossed them again, switching which foot bounced. Rueben’s stare stayed locked on her changing feet. His champagne hung in midair on its way to his mouth, never making it that far. Wanting to test her theory a little more, Kerri slid one foot up her leg as far as it would go. His soft gasp was her reward. Satisfied, she broke his trance with a question.

 “So, Reuben, is it you I have to thank for the shoes?”

 Rueben blinked a few times and expelled a breath of air before finally bringing his drink to his mouth.

 “Yes, I wanted to get you something for your birthday and thought you might like them.”

 “You were right. They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

 “You’re welcome. They look even more beautiful on you.”

 Kerri shrugged her shoulders and lifted her leg as high as it would go pointing her toe toward him. “You think so?”

 Reuben lowered the glass to the table with a soft thunk. “Yes,” he said on a gasp.

 “Yes,” Kerri hissed. “I get the impression you like shoes a lot. Or is it the feet that you like, Rueben?” She lowered her foot to his knee.

 She could see the instant change in his demeanor. He could no longer sit still and his breathing had picked up considerably. His arousal was almost palpable as his erection grew before her very eyes. Reuben’s stare focused on the foot that rested on his knee as he slowly licked his lips.

 “I—I like feet,” he finally panted out.

 “Is it anybody’s feet, or just mine?”

 “I like feet, but your feet are extremely beautiful.”

 She slid up her foot up and down the inside of his leg as she questioned him. “How would you know that? How many times have you seen my feet?”

 Visibly shuddering, he closed his eyes in obvious enjoyment of her actions. She could see his cock pressing against the front of his pants as he licked his lips and stuttered out his reply.

 “I- I saw you and Bianca getting a pedicure the other day.”

 “Really?” Kerri’s smile turned into a devilish grin. She removed her foot from his knee holding it in the air. “Sit on the floor, Rueben. Take off my shoe.”

 Rueben obeyed immediately pushing the chair back and dropping to his knees. He held her foot in his hands sniffing it deeply. With slow deliberation his fingers undid the strap secured to her ankle. A gasp escaped him as the strap slid free of his grasp. His lips brushed across the top of her foot with reverence as he slipped off the shoe.