But this morning was different. He felt warm and he could see a sunbeam streaming through the closed drapes. It was a tonic to be in California for a February escape from the never-ending winter back home. But his happy mood was of course due to much more than the weather. He was accustomed to waking up with a young lady in his bed, but Samira sparkled with a magic he’d never encountered before. After they’d made love for the second time last night, they’d cuddled under the covers, and chatted about life in Iran and also about Ivan’s life. They’d laughed about stupid things – really laughed. Ivan hadn’t laughed so much since his teens. He found her so easy to talk to – like he’d known her for years. It was as if he’d found his new best friend. Maybe it was because she reminded him so much of Tariq – it was like finding a female version of his childhood buddy, someone who he’d clicked with immediately, and who he craved to spend time with.
Ivan wasn’t averse to the idea of relationships or marriage – unlike his brothers Adam and Dylan who both seemed to be commitment-phobes. But he’d just never met a woman who’d gotten under his skin like this. He’d been beginning to wonder whether that woman even existed, and then he’d met her. Samira was so different. She was hot for a start. Beautiful and captivating. And a born fighter like him. He loved how confident she was about her body, and how she’d refused to let the Iranian regime break her spirit.
Lust rushed through him and he opened his eyes with the intention of waking her up with a shower of kisses, already desperate to make love to her again and again. And then he could bring her breakfast in bed, and he’d stroll into the office late – at lunchtime. It suddenly wasn’t important anymore. How had that happened? The project – which had been everything to Ivan for so long – had suddenly been eclipsed by this beautiful lady from Iran.
He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows, then opened his mouth to say good morning –
But she wasn’t there… just an empty space next to him where Samira rightfully should be. His heart sank. And then his pride rankled. He’d been left in bed by a woman! That hadn’t happened before – at least not by someone he was interested in. He wanted Samira – she’d unlocked a primal desire within him. And now he was going to find her, throw her over his shoulder, and bring her back to bed, so he could ensure she’d never want another man as long as she lived.
She was his now…
Chapter Five
Ivan pulled on a pair of jeans and relished the sensation of walking through the house bare-chested – Samira had been impressed with his toned body last night, and he was keen to rub his pecs against her glorious bre**asts again as soon as possible.
With his erection straining in his jeans at the thought of f**king Samira, he padded down the stairs and along the hallway towards the kitchen. The cool marble floor beneath his bare feet did nothing to quash this newly ignited heat in his soul. He allowed his mind to run through what he actually should be doing today and he remembered that he and Tariq had arranged for a couple of reps from a potential client partner to visit this morning. Damn. He’d need to abandon his plan to drag Samira back to bed, which was a pity because suddenly nothing seemed more important than f**king her until noon, and chilling out on the beach with her all afternoon. He shook himself out of it. What the hell was wrong with him? Work always came first.
But maybe it was time to take a break.
As he approached the kitchen, he heard music coming from within, so he halted and listened to Samira’s sweet voice singing along to the radio. Warm affection burst into his heart, and he braced himself to flirt. He pushed open the door and strode inside, opening his mouth to say a smutty good morning. But he closed it as his eyes connected with Samira’s wonderful as**s swaying in time to the music. She took his breath away. She was wearing only her satin nightdress – which was short enough to reveal the glorious curve of her as**s, with no panties beneath. He prepared himself to come up behind her, fondle her ti**ts, nuzzle her neck, and f**k her strongly.
But as he inhaled to speak, shock silenced him again and he halted inside the doorway. Samira turned from the kitchen counter where she was preparing the breakfast and grinned, but it wasn’t her that Ivan was shocked to see. There was a fit young man, probably about Samira’s age, helping her to chop up fruit at the work surface – also swaying in time to the music. The guy had longish brown hair, a Californian tan, and a demeanour that made him look like he’d just arrived on his surfboard. He was much younger than Ivan, causing Ivan’s insecurity to bubble.
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