Taming the Wolf by Maureen Smith Read Free Book Online Page A

“That feels so good.”
It was an understatement if she’d ever heard one, but she could barely speak, let alone think of better adjectives. Besides, she doubted there was a word to describe the sensual pleasure she was experiencing, the exquisite sensations overtaking her body.
All thoughts ceased as Marcus slipped one thick finger deep inside her. She cried out hoarsely and clung to him. She felt the iron steel in his shoulders, the way his muscles bunched and flexed beneath his suit jacket.
He lowered his head and slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as his finger moved slow and deep. It was sensory overload, the sweetest torture she’d ever endured. Powerless against the sensual onslaught, Samara arched against his hand, meeting each deep, penetrating thrust with moans that he swallowed in his mouth. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he pushed a second finger inside her.
She cried out, her hips pumping wildly against him as the sensations intensified, burned. His fingers moved deeper and faster inside her. His thumb stroked her clitoris until her body began to convulse uncontrollably.
“Marcus…Oh yes!” She rode his fingers as she climaxed, her thighs taut and shaking, waves of ecstasy bursting through her. The spasms ceased after several moments, releasing her from the grip of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had in her life.
Weak and spent, she dropped her head against Marcus’s solid chest and closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, and she felt a twinge of guilt that he’d done all the hard work and received so little in return.
She lifted her head to survey his shadowed face in the moonlit darkness of the room. His eyes were glittering onyx as he gazed back at her, his lids at half-mast. Damn, he was sexy.
“I’ve kept you from your friends,” was all she could say.
Marcus chuckled, the sound low and rough and innately masculine. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “That’s because you’re too polite.”
He chuckled again. “Get to know me a little better and you’ll see that I’m anything but polite.”
Samara laughed, thinking just how much better she’d like to get to know him. In every wicked way imaginable.
Reluctantly, she unwrapped her legs from his waist, and he eased her down and stepped back. While he adjusted his silk tie, she straightened her blouse and tugged her skirt back into place. Her inner thighs were slick with moisture. She’d cum all over Marcus’s hand, but instead of feeling self-conscious or ashamed, she felt only deliciously satisfied. And rather amazed. If Marcus Wolf could rock her world with just one finger, she could only imagine the kind of damage his rock-hard dick would do. Her nipples puckered at the mere thought.
She retrieved her purse from the floor and reached inside for a business card. As she passed it to Marcus, their fingers brushed, and her skin tingled with awakened nerve endings. Their gazes met and held.
“Call me sometime,” Samara murmured. Without waiting for his response, she turned and slipped quietly out of the room.

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    Marcus was still nursing a hard-on by the time he joined his colleagues at the downtown sports bar where they’d agreed to meet for drinks.
    As he sat down at the table, Donovan Ware, his former college roommate and current employee, sent a triumphant look at the blond-haired man seated across from him. “Ha, I was right! Pay up, Blair!”
    Scowling, Timothy Blair dug inside his wallet, retrieved a twenty-dollar bill and tossed it grudgingly across the table. “You got lucky this time, Ware,” he grumbled.
Donovan laughed, cheerfully pocketing the money.
    Marcus watched the exchange with a raised brow. “Did I miss something?”
Timothy threw him a disgruntled look. “You weren’t supposed to show up. I bet your buddy here you’d blow us off for that hot number you were talking to before we