Free Curves for the Billionaire by Alexis Moore Page A

important to me.  I didn’t want to lose it if the relationship soured.”
    A sudden, huge yawn caught Samantha by surprise.
    “Where did that come from?” she asked before another one almost split her face in two.  She laughed sheepishly, “Suddenly I’m exhausted!”
    “That happens,” Zachary explained.  He tucked her even closer and said, “Go to sleep.  I’m right here.”
    ***

Chapter Five
     
     
    Samantha awoke still cocooned in Zachary’s arms hours later.  In daydreams she had imagined how wonderful it would feel.  In reality it was just as divine.
    “It’s about time, sleepyhead.”  Zachary kissed her temple and she rubbed her face against his chest.  “You slept for almost six hours.”
    “Really?”  She hadn’t been able to sleep properly since her father’s phone call to tell her of his cancer.  His death, the stress of arranging his funeral and the bombshell of his will had added to her sleeplessness.
    “I’m going to grab a shower.”  Zachary nibbled her left earlobe.  “But I’ve arranged a bath for you.”
    “Arranged a bath?”  Samantha turned and looked at him fully.  “Don’t I just turn on the water, pour in the bath salts and get in when it’s full?”
    “You do nothing.  Two beautiful young women will run the bath and then wash your hair and bathe you.  You don’t have to lift a finger.”
    Beyond decadent!  But Samantha was feeling just pleasantly exhausted enough to enjoy the experience.
    “And where will you be when this is happening?” she asked.
    Is he one of those men who fantasized about women making love to each other?
    “I’ll be downstairs reading The Financial Times…but only because you’re too sore for what I’d planned after the bath.”
    Samantha felt her face warm as she remembered the tender way he had helped soothe that soreness earlier.  The discomfort was almost gone, but she was planning a little surprise performance for him—it would be expedient if he was out of the room while she got dressed.
    “Would you like something to eat first?” Zachary queried as she reached over and plucked a ripe date from the appetizingly-displayed selection of fruit.
    “No, thank you.  I’ll have some fruit now and save my appetite for dinner.”  She bit into the fruit, closed her eyes to fully savour its taste and gave a soft purr of delight.
    She opened them again to find Zachary’s arrested gaze on her.
    “What’s the matter?”  She smiled uncertainly, wondering if she’d done something wrong.
    “You’re just too sexy for your own good…and mine.”  Zachary cupped the back of her head and gave her a long, lingering kiss before lifting his head away with reluctance visible in every muscle.  “Right, time for a cold shower.”
    With that he threw his side of the covers back and revealed an erection that looked painfully hard.  Samantha put her hand over her mouth to smother her gasp of shock.  She had been pressed against it and not recognized it for what it was.
    Zachary smiled wryly at his own predicament, got off the bed and walked unashamedly naked towards the walk-in shower, the firm buttocks she’d held on to tightly as he’d buried himself deeply inside her, flexing rhythmically with each stride.
    He was a magnificent specimen of manhood.
    And he was hers…well, for possibly three glorious years.  Samantha turned over, buried her face into the pillow where his head had just rested and hugged the thought.
    ***
    Samantha felt a little self conscious as she watched the two slender young Arab women who had appeared soundlessly in the room just after Zachary had dressed and left the room, prepare the bath and then stand waiting demurely for her to slip into the scented water.
    She had thought that things couldn’t become more decadent than they had already been—the bath add another layer of pure indulgence.  She felt like a princess in a fairytale as they washed her hair, massaging her scalp gently but firmly,