Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires
He was standing by his walk-in closet now, leaning against the door, watching me.
"No. Sorry."
"Hang on." He disappeared into the closet. " "Yep, here it is. Fell off the shelf. It's on the top rack. My back... I can't reach it. There's a stool in the corner."
I fetched the small wooden stool and carried it into the closet. It was a big, organized space, smelling faintly of cedar and his cologne. The shoe was indeed on a high shelf. I stepped onto the stool, my dress hem brushing my thighs. On my tiptoes, I could just brush the shoe with my fingertips.