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elevator.
    The doorman at the front desk nodded as she passed by to check her mailbox.
    Nothing.
    Not even a letter from her mother.
    She went upstairs and locked the apartment door behind her before settling into her regular routine. Laundry, a light meal and coffee. Then a shower and into bed to rest up before getting ready for work.
    The familiar chores helped settle her, calm her down.
    Handwashing the corset made her smile as she remembered Nathan’s response to it.
    And that little trick with your age—
    Priceless.
    She knew Nathan was thirty-two years old.
    He did not know she was twenty-seven, putting five years between them.
    He didn’t have to know anything other than she was his Domme and to obey her.
    Jen laughed as she let the water out of the sink and prepared to roll the delicate clothing in a towel to dry it.
    She loved a man with a sense of humor. Another submissive might whine about being tricked, grumble about not getting what he wanted.
    Not Nathan.
    Jen forced herself to keep thinking about Nathan, about the enjoyment she’d had and had definitely given him.
    She was not going to let Lucas Tanner take over her life.
    She’d be damned if she let him occupy a moment more of her thoughts.
    Jen put the towel on the counter and poured herself a fresh cup of coffee, reliving the conversation she’d had with her submissive over her age.
    Nathan had walked right into that trap.
    She giggled as she headed for the living room.
    Man like that, he should know better.
    She doubted he’d done it on purpose—she was usually pretty good on knowing when submissives were trying to control the scene.
    Topping from the bottom wasn’t Nathan’s style.
    The sweet memory of his shocked expression sent a jolt of heat down to her core.
    Such a handsome man.
    Such a—
    It didn’t take much for her imagination to take hold, running the scenario far beyond anything she’d done with the willing policeman.
    Nathan knelt at her feet, eyes down.
    Waiting for instruction.
    Jen leaned back on the couch. She stretched out her left leg and wedged her foot between his knees, prying his knees apart.
    He grunted as he shuffled to accommodate her, hands dutifully behind his back.
    The shoes were expensive, black leather bands crisscrossing her entire foot and partially up the ankle.
    The cost was worth it to see the desire in his eyes.
    Jen moved her right foot between his legs, gently pressing in.
    He stayed silent, but his flagging cock sprang to attention, struggling against the solid shoe.
    She rubbed it back and forth, reveling in the groans and gasps escaping as he tried to stay still, tried to maintain control.
    Nathan was a shoe man.
    Time to give him something to work with.
    “My feet are sore.” She retracted her right foot to wave the black straps in his face. “I need a foot rub. Get to work.”
    “Yes, Mistress.” The slow rumble reached her ears as he pulled his hands around to caress the soft skin.
    Jen sighed as he carefully undid the buckle and pulled the straps free, exposing her foot. He bent over and kissed the soft skin, his lips skimming over the surface until he sat up again.
    His strong hands massaged, caressed, fondled her bare skin until she was at the point of—
    That’s enough , her imagination warned. Enough walking on the wild side for now.
    Jen opened her eyes.
    Sometimes it was the little things that were the sexiest. Foot rubs, making dinner, picking up the laundry.
    Sometimes she didn’t like being alone so much.
    She put her coffee down and picked up the cloth wraps from the table.
    Time for some stress relief.
    It wasn’t usually part of her morning routine, but right now it seemed like the best way to relax. It was either this or grabbing the vibrator out of her bedside table and this appealed more to her at present.
    Mentally she put Nathan into a box and set him on the shelf, putting him aside for the time being.
    Love you to death, but I can’t think about you all the time.
    She