Zachary whispered into her ear as the Rolls Royce limousine made its way from the airport. Samantha laughed softly and arched her neck, her hand moving up his leg to stroke the huge bulge his trousers couldn’t hide. “Neither can I.” It was impossible that they would want each other so soon, but her entire body seemed to be crying out for his. Her nipples ached for the flickering lash, the suck and nibble of his lips, tongue and teeth. Her centre was so wet, she feared she would leave a wet spot on the soft, supple leather car seat. And Zachary didn’t help matters by having an erection as hard as a steel bar. “We will go back to Dubai soon—for a month and this time we’ll take in the sights.” “Perhaps we’ll have company the next time.” “Maybe in here.” Zachary touched her stomach, his eyes softening. She hoped she’d already conceived—he’d be a wonderful dad. “I’m going to clear my diary over the next two months and we’ll return for a month of pleasure.”
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