Jim Newsome is the CEO of a food services consulting firm, working primarily for the healthcare industry. He wears a shoe lift due to a childhood accident that shortened his leg. Whenever he acquires a new client -- typically a hospital -- Jim goes undercover to get a firsthand look at the problems before reporting his findings, and possible solutions. His current assignment hasn’t been an easy one, and Jim’s relieved it will all be over at the end of the week. Then Jim meets Lance Lamas, an orthopedic specialist. Lance tries to strike up a conversation, but Jim isn’t playing nice. But Lance’s relentless pursuit pays off, and the two men go out on a double date with friends. The evening ends in the best way possible, and when Jim reveals who he really is, Lance knows he wants to keep him -- shoe lift, dirty mouth, and all.

To Lift My Sole

He’d pushed me on my back and kissed down my body, taking time to show affection to the old scars from surgery on my hip before sucking me down until I screamed completion minutes later. When we could both move, he pulled us out of bed and I limped—since I didn’t have my altered slippers at his place—along with him to the bathroom and we took a slow, sensual shower together. I could still feel his hands on me.


“You could be right. Hell, if nothing else, the man made me breakfast. What’s not to like?”


“Sounds like a keeper. All right, back to work. Did you get the numbers I sent you?”


We spent the rest of our time working through my analysis and recommendations, then she rang off, saying that Bevin was taking her to dinner at the newest fad restaurant. He was leaving town for a week, starting with an early flight tomorrow.


“Enjoy, hon. I expect to see you ecstatically happy on the morrow with your usual moony expression.”


Chapter 11