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“We’re going to have dinner?” she asked, when they stepped inside the suite. She
eyed the intimate round table set for two.
Ivan locked the door behind the bellman. “Later,” he informed her, removing his
stylishly rugged snow-white bomber jacket.
Rencia pulled the fuzzy fuchsia knit cap from her head and set about removing the
matching gloves and black cashmere overcoat as she inspected the room.
“Have a drink with me?” Ivan asked, watching her as she gazed into the roaring flame
in the living room fireplace. Ivan filled two champagne flutes to the rim with the
bubbly amber liquid. When he handed Rencia her glass, she giggled.
“Champagne? Zhabi, what’s going on?”
“What?” he cried, feigning confusion. He bowed his head, allowing the heavy
midnight twists to shield one side of his handsome face.
Rencia went to stand directly before him and smiled up at him. “You know, you can’t
fool me. Spill it,” she ordered.
Ivan’s easy expression grew a tad leery. “I’m not sure how you’re gonna take what I
have to tell you.”
Blinking, Rencia tilted her head and regarded him with curious eyes. “I guess you
won’t know that until you tell me.”
Ivan took a sip of his champagne and nodded. “I told you I’d given my resignation to
the firm. What I didn’t tell you what that Sam and I were also working on obtaining our
first account. We got that account today.”
Rencia felt her hand tighten around the delicate crystal stem. “Congratulations,” she
managed.
Ivan drained his glass and set it aside. “I hope you feel that way once you hear who it
is,” he said, watching her shrug. “GeFran Cosmetics.”
Rencia swallowed past the lump lodged in her throat. “GeFran?”
“Yeah.”
“Congratulations, Zhabi. I meant it when I said it before.”
Ivan folded his arms across the denim shirt hanging outside his cream corduroy
trousers. “It doesn’t bother you knowing I’m working for a company I suggested you
not work for?”
“You didn’t suggest, Zhabi. You outright told me you weren’t havin’ it.”
“Larry-“
“Zhabi, what is it that you expect me to say? ‘Don’t do it?’ ‘I forbid it?’ Unlike you, I
don’t have an issue with you having a life outside our marriage.”
Ivan bowed his head and massaged the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t bring you all the
way up here to argue.”
“Then can we please drop it?” she urged, turning away to observe the flames searing
the heavy logs in the fireplace.
Ivan pushed both hands into his deep pockets and followed her across the room. He
stood right behind Lawrencia and dipped his head to press a soft kiss to the shell of
her ear. His lips slid down to suckle the soft lobe, his tongue soothing the area
where his perfect teeth had nipped.
Rencia was torn between anger and arousal. She wanted time to remain aloof and
silent, but Ivan was making that impossible. Her long lashes fluttered like a
hummingbird’s wings as her body succumbed to his incredible touch.
Ivan could fell her softening and mercilessly continued the sensual attack on her
hormones. He continued to suck and nibble on her earlobe while extracting his
hands from his pockets to settle them against her hips.
Rencia curved one hand over the back of the cocoa-colored arm-chair situated close
to the fire. The other curved into a fist and her nails threatened to break the skin of
her palm while she struggled to restrain her emotions.
“Zhabi please,” she whispered, when he unfastened her jeans. “We shouldn’t do this
now.”
Ivan did not stop. “Has there ever been a time we haven’t come up here and not
made love?” he queried, grinning at the gasp she uttered when his hand
disappeared inside her panties.
“We should talk, I have to tell you-“
“Shh…”
Rencia’s gasp transformed itself into a helpless whimper and she winced in pleasure
when her husband’s fingers entered her body. She drew her lower lip between her
teeth and fought to smother the wanton moan building in her throat.
“You can’t possibly want me to stop,” he taunted as he rotated his fingers in the rich
creaminess bathing his skin. His other hand found her breast, fondling and
squeezing one before turning his attention to its twin.
After a while, Rencia could no longer hide her response to Ivan’s touch. She gasped
his name torturedly as orgasmic waves of pleasure welled inside her. Ivan only
increased the speed of his thrusting and rotating fingers. Rencia’s head fell back
against his shoulder and she allowed the sensations to overwhelm her. Ivan
continued to stroke her intimately even as she moaned that she couldn’t stand any
more.
“Zhabi, wait,” she cautioned when he turned her to face him.
“Shh…” he commanded again, pulling the charcoal gray sweater over her head
before going to his knees to remove her jeans, boots and undergarments.
eyed the intimate round table set for two.
Ivan locked the door behind the bellman. “Later,” he informed her, removing his
stylishly rugged snow-white bomber jacket.
Rencia pulled the fuzzy fuchsia knit cap from her head and set about removing the
matching gloves and black cashmere overcoat as she inspected the room.
“Have a drink with me?” Ivan asked, watching her as she gazed into the roaring flame
in the living room fireplace. Ivan filled two champagne flutes to the rim with the
bubbly amber liquid. When he handed Rencia her glass, she giggled.
“Champagne? Zhabi, what’s going on?”
“What?” he cried, feigning confusion. He bowed his head, allowing the heavy
midnight twists to shield one side of his handsome face.
Rencia went to stand directly before him and smiled up at him. “You know, you can’t
fool me. Spill it,” she ordered.
Ivan’s easy expression grew a tad leery. “I’m not sure how you’re gonna take what I
have to tell you.”
Blinking, Rencia tilted her head and regarded him with curious eyes. “I guess you
won’t know that until you tell me.”
Ivan took a sip of his champagne and nodded. “I told you I’d given my resignation to
the firm. What I didn’t tell you what that Sam and I were also working on obtaining our
first account. We got that account today.”
Rencia felt her hand tighten around the delicate crystal stem. “Congratulations,” she
managed.
Ivan drained his glass and set it aside. “I hope you feel that way once you hear who it
is,” he said, watching her shrug. “GeFran Cosmetics.”
Rencia swallowed past the lump lodged in her throat. “GeFran?”
“Yeah.”
“Congratulations, Zhabi. I meant it when I said it before.”
Ivan folded his arms across the denim shirt hanging outside his cream corduroy
trousers. “It doesn’t bother you knowing I’m working for a company I suggested you
not work for?”
“You didn’t suggest, Zhabi. You outright told me you weren’t havin’ it.”
“Larry-“
“Zhabi, what is it that you expect me to say? ‘Don’t do it?’ ‘I forbid it?’ Unlike you, I
don’t have an issue with you having a life outside our marriage.”
Ivan bowed his head and massaged the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t bring you all the
way up here to argue.”
“Then can we please drop it?” she urged, turning away to observe the flames searing
the heavy logs in the fireplace.
Ivan pushed both hands into his deep pockets and followed her across the room. He
stood right behind Lawrencia and dipped his head to press a soft kiss to the shell of
her ear. His lips slid down to suckle the soft lobe, his tongue soothing the area
where his perfect teeth had nipped.
Rencia was torn between anger and arousal. She wanted time to remain aloof and
silent, but Ivan was making that impossible. Her long lashes fluttered like a
hummingbird’s wings as her body succumbed to his incredible touch.
Ivan could fell her softening and mercilessly continued the sensual attack on her
hormones. He continued to suck and nibble on her earlobe while extracting his
hands from his pockets to settle them against her hips.
Rencia curved one hand over the back of the cocoa-colored arm-chair situated close
to the fire. The other curved into a fist and her nails threatened to break the skin of
her palm while she struggled to restrain her emotions.
“Zhabi please,” she whispered, when he unfastened her jeans. “We shouldn’t do this
now.”
Ivan did not stop. “Has there ever been a time we haven’t come up here and not
made love?” he queried, grinning at the gasp she uttered when his hand
disappeared inside her panties.
“We should talk, I have to tell you-“
“Shh…”
Rencia’s gasp transformed itself into a helpless whimper and she winced in pleasure
when her husband’s fingers entered her body. She drew her lower lip between her
teeth and fought to smother the wanton moan building in her throat.
“You can’t possibly want me to stop,” he taunted as he rotated his fingers in the rich
creaminess bathing his skin. His other hand found her breast, fondling and
squeezing one before turning his attention to its twin.
After a while, Rencia could no longer hide her response to Ivan’s touch. She gasped
his name torturedly as orgasmic waves of pleasure welled inside her. Ivan only
increased the speed of his thrusting and rotating fingers. Rencia’s head fell back
against his shoulder and she allowed the sensations to overwhelm her. Ivan
continued to stroke her intimately even as she moaned that she couldn’t stand any
more.
“Zhabi, wait,” she cautioned when he turned her to face him.
“Shh…” he commanded again, pulling the charcoal gray sweater over her head
before going to his knees to remove her jeans, boots and undergarments.