8
When marcus gotback to his car and checked his phone, he had two missed texts. One was from his secretary, reminding him about his afternoon meeting with an important new client.
The other message was from Samara:Miss you…
That was it. Just two simple words. But they had the power to set his pulse racing and get him aroused.
When he started his car, he knew he wasn’t heading back to the office just yet. Although he had a partners’ meeting in less than two hours, he couldn’t resist the unmistakable lure of a booty call.
Twenty minutes later, he was stepping off the elevator on the top floor of the office building where his wife worked.
The receptionist at the front desk gave him a welcoming smile. If she was surprised to see him in the middle of the workday, she didn’t show it. She never did.
“Hello, Mr. Wolf. Samara’s in a meeting, but I can let her know you’re here.”
“No worries,” Marcus said, already taking out his phone. “I’ll tell her myself.”
“All right.” The receptionist’s eyes twinkled at him. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks, Emma.” Marcus patted the top of the desk and winked. “I’ll be in Samara’s office.”
Emma grinned. “Of course, sir.”
As Marcus headed down the maze of corridors leading to his wife’s corner suite, he sent her a text:I’m here.
Her response came seconds later:What took you so long?
Marcus laughed, striding through the open door of her office as he texted back:Coming?
You know it!
Grinning, Marcus put his phone away and wandered across the suite to where a child’s drawing hung on the wall. Framed in gold leaf and displayed above an original Monet, the colorful sketch clearly held more value to Samara than the priceless artwork of some famous French impressionist painter.
Malcolm’s drawing, inspired by an actual photograph, depicted their family on safari during their recent summer vacation. In the detailed sketch, the family sat astride two humongous elephants—Malcolm and Matthew on one, Marcus and Samara perched on the other with Milan. All of them were dressed in matching khakis, their smiles bright and happy beneath wide-brimmed safari hats. Malcolm had embellished the background by adding a lion, zebra, giraffe, hippo, cheetah, black rhino and wildebeest—just some of the other wildlife they’d encountered during their thrilling trek across the Serengeti.
Smiling at the memory, Marcus turned away from his son’s beautiful drawing and walked over to Samara’s large glass desk. The surface was littered with memos, charts and graphs, spreadsheets and sales reports dotted with Post-it notes.
Ignoring the clutter, Marcus picked up a small remote control and pressed the button that turned the walls opaque for privacy. Then he took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of Samara’s chair. Loosening his silk tie, he rounded the corner of the desk to perch on the edge facing the door.
He was unfastening his shirt cuffs when Samara appeared in the doorway.
As their eyes locked across the room, a thrill of excitement pulsed through Marcus.
Samara gave him a seductive smile.
His answering smile was just as wicked.
Without a word, she closed and locked the door behind her.
Marcus watched as she strutted toward him, round hips swinging, firm breasts bouncing ever so slightly beneath her white crepe blouse. Her brushstroke-print skirt had a slit up the front that showed off her toned legs with every step she took, straddling the line between sexy and professional. Her hair was pulled up in a clip, and on her feet she wore a pair of snakeskin peep-toe pumps with dagger heels.
By the time she stopped in front of Marcus, his dick was hard as a rock.
Holding his gaze, Samara reached up slowly and removed the clip from her hair, letting the thick black tresses tumble down to her shoulders.
Marcus swallowed tightly.
Samara tossed the clip onto the desk and then used his tie to drag his face toward hers. His pulse jackhammered as she slanted her mouth over his, giving him a sensual kiss that snatched his breath and curled his toes.
