“Your mother has had a long day,” he said. “Why don’t you boys tell her about your adventures tomorrow?”
“Okay,” Matthew and Malcolm agreed with sheepish grins.
As they settled against Samara once more, she smiled tenderly and hugged them close, savoring the warmth of their bodies.
Marcus crouched in front of her and removed her pumps, smiling up at her. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?”
“Positive. They brought us dinner after the shoot was over. I couldn’t eat another thing.”
Marcus began massaging her left foot, pressing into the arch with his thumbs.
Samara groaned with pleasure, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the cushioned headrest. “Your daddy spoils mesooobad,” she told the boys.
They giggled as Marcus went to work on her other foot, massaging the day’s tension out of her muscles with an expert touch that sent delicious sensations shooting up her leg and all through her body. By the time he finished, she didn’t know whether to roll over and go to sleep or jump his bones.
Slowly opening her eyes, she stared into Marcus’s, bit her lip and smiled.
He smiled back.
Oh yeah. She woulddefinitelybe jumping his bones.
“Well, boys,” she announced with a sigh, “I’m off to take a shower and get ready for bed.”
Matthew and Malcolm looked disappointed. “Don’t you wanna watch the rest of the movie with us? It’s almost over.”
“Next time.” Samara kissed their foreheads and tweaked their noses. “Goodnight, babies. Don’t stay up too late.”
“Okay, Mom.” The boys glanced hopefully at Marcus. “You gonna finish watching the movie with us, Dad?”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Marcus picked up Samara’s pumps and handed them to her, then followed her out of the room. The moment they were alone, he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her softly as he murmured, “Still up for some grown-up time?”
“You know it,” she purred against his mouth. “Been looking forward to it all day.”
“Me, too.” His eyes gleamed. “I thought we could start off in the sauna.”
“Mmm. That sounds heavenly.” Samara tipped her head back, smiling as Marcus nuzzled her exposed throat. “Why don’t you put the boys to bed, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Sounds good.” He nipped her bottom lip. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t.” She gave him a sexy smile and a wink before turning and sashaying off toward their bedroom.
Located on a separate wing of the house, the luxurious master suite featured a high coffered ceiling with chandeliers, a massive bed covered in creamy brown silks and an elegant sitting area with an ornate marble fireplace. A set of triple French doors opened onto an Italianate balcony that overlooked lush gardens and the sprawling grounds of the estate.
Samara undressed in her huge walk-in closet and then padded into the lavish master bathroom. Passing a large Jacuzzi, she stepped into the oversized marble shower and turned on the water. Six jets on either side provided the perfect rain shower experience, one that she and Marcus frequently enjoyed together.
Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from the steamy shower, grabbed a plush white Turkish towel and wrapped it around her wet body. Her hair was pinned up, damp tendrils clinging to her face and neck. She wiped the foggy mirror with her hand, then smiled at her reflection as she spritzed herself lightly with the honeysuckle body mist that Marcus loved.
Humming softly, she left the bathroom and made her way down to a basement as large as the main floor. It was sectioned off into a state-of-the-art gym with Nautilus machines, a heated indoor pool, a spare guest room and a well-appointed man cave that had hosted many raucous Super Bowl parties.
The sauna area was located just off the pool. There was a small changing room and a wooden cabinet containing different types of oils and lotions and incense. Neatly folded white towels were stacked on heated racks outside the redwood sauna, which boasted an ultramodern design with a glass front.
Samara opened the door and stepped inside. Hot steam filled her lungs, engulfing her with warmth.
Through the steam, she could see Marcus sitting on a lower bench on one side of the sauna. He had a white towel slung low around his waist and his eyes were closed as he leaned back against the wall. Sweat glistened on the sculpted muscles of his chest and washboard abs.
He looked relaxed and sexy, so sexy that Samara’s pulse quickened and her pussy clenched with arousal.
She closed the door behind her and sauntered across the spacious sauna. The slatted wooden floor was heated beneath her feet, and soft recessed lights cast an ambient glow over the darkened space.
