Cate purred softly as she savored the feel of Jon’s body against hers.  “Well…” She smiled to herself as she felt the tip of his tongue trace around the shell of her ear.  “Normally I’d say ‘naked,’ but…”

Jon chuckled, the husky rumble in her ear sending a wave of heat coursing over Cate’s body.  “Yeah, the fatal flaw in my plan.  It requires us to put on clothes.”

“Mmmm.  But once I try all those sexy outfits on you… I get to take my favorite one off of you,” Cate pointed out.

“Ah. Well then, I guess the plan is salvageable after all.”  His hands remaining on her hips, Jon pulled back from Cate and gave her a naughty wink.  “But before you get to dress me up we have to complete that ensemble you’re wearing.”  Pressing gently on her hips, Jon maneuvered Cate to stand in front of the chair. 

Understanding what he was doing, Cate sank down onto the seat, which was still warm from Jon’s recent occupancy.  She giggled softly when she realized the backs of her thighs were in direct contact with the leather-covered cushion.  Damn, this skirt is SHORT!  She’d have to remember that if she was ever brave enough to wear this daring outfit outside their bedroom.

With a self-confident smirk Jon sank to the floor, settling on his knees in front of Cate.  He reached for the shoebox, flipping its lid off with a flick of a calloused finger.  “Now if this doesn’t fit your fetish, I don’t know what does…” he teased, withdrawing an elegant suede shoe with a rustle of tissue paper.

Cate nodded and grinned.  “It’s beautiful.”  She giggled again when Jon reached for her foot, his hand closing gently around one delicate ankle.  “Oh, you’re gonna fit them on me?”

“Yep.  I’m a trained professional.” Jon gave her another wink.  “I’ve sold more than a few peep-toe pumps in my day.”

“Ah.” Cate arched a brow at her husband. “You were a good shoe salesman, were you?”

“The best.”  Jon set the shoe on the floor beside his knee and placed his other hand on Cate’s foot.  “Selling ladies’ shoes is a lot like singing to an audience.  It’s a seduction.”  His fingers curled under the arch of Cate’s foot, gently kneading and massaging.

“Oh,” Cate breathed, stifling a groan of pleasure at his touch.  “That so?”

“Mmm Hmm.”  Jon looked up at his wife, giving her his best sexy smirk.  “You see, the thing with women is, they like pretty shoes. The trick isn’t to convince them they like them, it’s to convince them that they need them.”  He gently trailed the fingers of his right hand to the top of Cate’s foot, tracing upward to her ankle.  “That they’re going to feel good when they wear those pretty shoes.” 

His hand slipped around Cate’s ankle, bracketing her Achilles’ tendon with his thumb and forefinger.  He pressed the web of his hand against the spot and squeezed as he continued kneading the sole of her foot with his other hand.

This time Cate couldn’t hold in a little whimper.  “Ohhh… And… and so…?”

“So.”  Jon smirked again as he looked down at Cate’s foot in his hands.  Her toenails were painted dark burgundy.   God, even her feet were beautiful. 

He withdrew his hand from behind Cate’s heel and reached for the suede pump at his side.  “You make them feel like Cinderella.  And you’re Prince Charming sliding that glass slipper on her foot, the pretty little shoe that’s going to carry her away to happily ever after.”  With that sultry purr Jon slipped the sexy stiletto onto Cate’s foot, then slowly trailed a finger around its edge, against her skin.

With a self-satisfied grin Jon looked up at Cate.  He chortled when he saw her staring wide-eyed down at him, her eyes swirling sapphire and midnight and her soft lips parted with her shallow breaths.  Yeah, I still got it.  He gazed smugly back at his wife, waiting for her response. 

When none came, Jon laughed softly and shook his head, then reached for the shoe’s mate.  He slipped it gently on Cate’s other foot, then sat back on his heels.  “See? You don’t just like them now, you need them, right?” 

“Fuck the shoes.” Cate’s voice was low and husky, laden with desire.  “I need YOU.”

Jon laughed, his blue eyes twinkling merrily.  “Yeah, well… that works too.”  Standing up on his knees, he placed his hands gently on Cate’s thighs before leaning up to brush a soft kiss across her lips. 

Cate sighed happily against the kiss, smiling at Jon when he pulled away.  “I bet you sold a crapload of shoes with that technique.”  She groaned softly.  “Good grief.”

“Well, let’s just say I had more than a few repeat customers.”  Jon grinned mischievously.

“I bet you did.” Cate chortled quietly, imagining what it must have been like to be the focus of twenty-something John Bongiovi’s attention.  “And I’d imagine a few ‘close encounters’ in the stock room?”

Jon chuckled.  “I think I better plead the Fifth on that one.”

That made Cate laugh, her musical voice floating through the salon.  “Yep, that pretty much answers the question.”  She sighed and looked down at her feet, which were now clad in a pair of sexy aubergine suede peep-toe platform pumps.  “And I didn’t really mean that about the shoes.  They’re beautiful.  You’re right, I do need them.”  She giggled.  “Damn, you’re good.”

“Why Thank You, Baby.”  Jon grinned and reached again for Cate’s foot, pulling it gently to him and resting the heel and sole of the shoe against his taut thigh.  He slipped his hand up Cate’s bare calf and hooked it behind her knee, urging it to bend so she was comfortable.  “You know, the foot is one big erogenous zone.  A lot of people just don’t think of it that way.”  He smirked.  “In fact, there’s actually a spot on a guy’s foot that, if you manipulate it correctly, can cause orgasm.”

Cate giggled and leaned back in her chair, sliding down just a bit to make herself more comfortable.  “Yeah, I heard something about that.  A ‘cum-button,’ I believe was the term I heard?”  She gave Jon a naughty grin.  “It was in some video clip I saw.”

Jon gave Cate a confused look, then realized what she was talking about.  He tossed his head back as he laughed heartily, his blonde shag ruffling with the movement.  “Fucking Sambora!  Swear to God I’m taking his phone away next time we go out.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Cate warned playfully.  “How else am I gonna keep tabs on you?”  She giggled again and gave Jon a coy look.  “So, did you ever find it?  The cum-button?”

“No, Goddamnit.”  Jon chortled again and shook his head.  “Gonna have to research that one before the next long trip.  And practice.”  He grinned up at Cate again for a moment, then his expression softened to a gentle smile.  “God, Baby.  I love this.  I love that we can just be so damned goofy and silly and totally get each other.”  He gazed happily at her for a long moment, watching the joy dancing in her swirling blue eyes.  “I love to hear you laugh.”

Cate nodded and smiled back at him.  “I love to laugh with you too,” she agreed softly.

Jon’s heart flipped at her gentle statement, and he felt the familiar flush of warmth radiate through his body.   He dropped his gaze to his lap, staring at the sexy shoes braced against his thighs.  Gently he cupped his hands behind Cate’s calves, savoring the feel of her warm flesh against his palms.  His gaze roved upwards, over the bend of her knee and along the inside of her firm thigh, to the hem of her leather skirt.  He chuckled dirtily at the sight of the narrow crotch of her purple lace panties, revealed by her less-than-ladylike pose.

“Know what else I love?”  Jon’s voice dropped to a seductive rumble.

“What?”  Cate watched Jon’s eyes darken to the swirling shade of indigo, the telltale sign of his rising desire.

“To hear you sigh.”  Jon dropped his head to breathe against Cate’s thigh, his soft lips brushing across her warm flesh.  He was immediately rewarded by the melodious sound, Cate’s breath escaping in a throaty rush as his mouth traveled upward.  He chuckled against her skin before continuing.

“To hear you purr…”  Jon raised himself slightly from his kneel, his hands gently squeezing her firm calves.  He sucked at Cate’s thigh before turning his mouth to its twin and licking at her flesh.

“Oh Goddddd…..” Cate slumped back against the chair’s supple leather back, her thighs parting more in response to Jon’s movements.  Her eyes fluttered closed as her head tipped back, a blissful smile curving her lips.

Jon smirked, hearing the tigress purr he so loved rumbling from Cate’s throat.  He couldn’t resist teasing her a bit more.  Slipping his hands up behind her knees he pulled firmly, causing her to slide forward until her shapely ass was at the seat cushion’s edge.

“To hear you moan….”  Jon’s seductive growl vibrated against Cate’s sensitive skin as he slipped his lips higher, nudging under the leather band of her skirt hem.  Cate’s thighs automatically fell open in response to his gentle torture.  He chuckled evilly as his lips contacted the purple lace barely covering her.

“Ohhhhhhh!!!!!”  Cate’s soft moan floated through the salon.  “Jonnnn….” 

Jon felt the stiletto heels of Cate’s sexy shoes dig into his thighs as she braced herself for what she was sure was coming.  The delicious stab of pain sent a jolt of electricity surging straight to Jon’s cock.   “Mmmm…. Baby….” he growled, sucking the scrap of purple lace between his teeth.  “You’re delicious.” 

Tugging gently at Cate’s panties with his teeth, Jon couldn’t resist swiping his tongue forward over her warm, moist womanhood.  She was sweet and wet and ready for him, as always.  But he wasn’t quite ready to abandon his plan yet.  She still hadn’t fully enjoyed her Christmas present from him.

With another gentle sucking kiss against Cate’s inner thigh Jon reluctantly retreated from his intimate position.  He sat back on his heels and took a deep breath before giving Cate a half-apologetic smile.  “So, Baby.  You ready to dress me up?”

Cate sighed deeply before opening her eyes and giving Jon a weak smile.  “Okay,” she breathed, willing her arousal to subside, at least for the moment.  She took a deep breath and sat upright, dropping her stiletto-clad feet to the floor beside Jon’s knees and modestly pressing her knees together.  Her passion-clouded eyes gleamed as she smirked at Jon.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.”