Fortunately Samara owned plenty of red dresses, some she’d never even worn before. You couldn’t be the daughter of a legendary fashion mogul andnothave a closet full of fabulous clothes. There was always an event to get glammed up for. A ritzy cocktail party, a charity gala, a star-studded movie premiere, a fashion show where she would be seated in the front row and photographed like crazy.
Clad in a tank top and panties, Samara was standing in her huge closet staring at row after row of designer dresses when Marcus appeared, leaning in the doorway and watching her.
She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him, then turned away and selected two red dresses.
“I need your help.” She padded to the tall three-way mirror and held the dresses up to her body for Marcus’s consideration. One was a long silk sheath with spaghetti straps. The other was a backless gown split up the side just enough to show some leg. It still had the tag on.
She looked at Marcus’s reflection in the mirror. “Which one should I wear?”
He wasn’t looking at the dresses. He was staring at her round ass cheeks hanging out of her underwear. And he was biting his lip with a hungry look she knew all too well.
Smothering a grin, she snapped her fingers to get his attention. “Hello? I need you to focus.”
His eyes glinted. “I was focused.”
She snorted. “On the wrong thing.”
“If admiring your bodacious booty is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.”
Samara couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Seriously, Marcus. I need your help picking out a dress.”
He sauntered forward, looking so sexy her breath caught and her pulse jackhammered. Whether he was wearing one of his custom Italian suits or pajama bottoms with a comfy T-shirt that hugged the defined muscles of his chest, the man was a walking fantasy.
He came up behind her, wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. She could feel the heat radiating from his big body, could feel the heavy ridge of his shaft pressed against the small of her back.
Warm lips nuzzled her neck, causing her nipples to harden as her head fell back helplessly against his shoulder. “Marcus…”
“You don’t need my help,” he whispered in her ear, sending delicious shivers down her spine. “You look gorgeous in everything you wear. Right now, however, I’d prefer you not wearing anything at all.”
“Oh my,” she breathed, closing her eyes. Her pulse was pounding with an intensity that rivaled the rain lashing down on the closet’s skylight.
“So what do you say webothget naked and have some fun?” Marcus murmured, nuzzling her earlobe. The heated rasp of his breath had her skin tingling with goosebumps.
She smiled, eyes still closed. “What about the kids?”
“What about them? The boys are in their own little world, and Milan’s still fast asleep.”
“But she might wake up and come looking for me.”
Marcus sucked her earlobe. “I locked the door. She won’t walk in on us.”
“Mmm,” Samara purred, licking her lips. “You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you?”
“Umm-hmm.” He slid his hands under her tank top to cup her aching breasts, causing her to shudder and moan.
She could feel his thick cock throbbing against her lower back. It made her pussy clench, moisture pooling between her thighs. With all the sex they’d been having lately, shedefinitelywould have gotten pregnant this weekend if she weren’t already.
She opened her eyes, meeting her husband’s scorching gaze in the mirror. As his big hands fondled her swollen breasts, she stretched up on tiptoe and began grinding her ass against his bulging erection.
He made a guttural sound in his throat, then took the forgotten dresses from her hands and tossed them onto the velvet bench behind her. When she turned around to face him, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers in a breath-stealing kiss.
Her senses were still reeling when he released her mouth and knelt to peel her panties off. She hurriedly removed her tank top and flung it aside, then clawed off Marcus’s shirt when he stood up.
Dark eyes blazing, he yanked his pajama bottoms down his powerful legs, shucking them off and kicking them out of the way. Then he grabbed Samara’s ass, pulling her against him as if he were trying to merge their bodies into one pulsing flesh. She shivered with need and clung to him, her breasts crushed against his bare chest.
He lowered her to the plushly carpeted floor, sucking on her lips and tongue. When he moved between her legs, she curled them around his hips, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.
Levering above her, he stretched her wrists over her head with one hand. With his other hand, he guided his cock to her slick opening.
Every nerve ending in her body was at a fever pitch, ready to explode. “Marcus…”
Staring into her eyes, he plunged inside her. As he began thrusting slow and deep, the pleasure was so intense she couldn’t remember why she’d put up the slightest resistance to him in the first place….
