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

left.”
Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. “Good to know the money I pay you guys is being put to good use. I’ll have a scotch,” he told the young redhead who appeared at their table to take his order.
Her wide green eyes were latched onto his face. “Excuse me for asking, but aren’t you Marcus Wolf?”
Marcus smiled lazily. “Last I checked.”
She beamed. “Oh my God! I saw the article in today’s paper. I’m a huge fan of yours, Mr. Wolf. My name’s Meagan.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Meagan.”
Excitedly, she tore off a sheet of paper from her notepad. “Could I have your autograph?”
“Of course.” Marcus signed the paper and handed it back to the waitress, who clutched it to her chest as if it were a winning lottery ticket.
“Thank you so much,” she gushed. “I’ll be right back with your drink.”
As she moved off, Donovan grinned and shook his smooth bald head at Marcus. “You’re gonna have to start beating them off with a stick, man.”
“Or you could just hand them over to me,” Timothy suggested. “Starting with that hottie back at the university. Man, she was beautiful.”
Donovan snorted. “You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like that, Blair.”
“And you would?”
“Damn straight!”
Marcus tuned out their bickering as his mind wandered back to the erotic encounter with Samara Layton. He still couldn’t believe it had happened. Since meeting her in New York on Saturday, he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. When he first saw her tonight, standing in the back of the auditorium, he’d thought his mind was playing tricks on him. It was only after she’d stepped to him, and he found himself gazing down into those dark gypsy eyes, that he realized she wasn’t a figment of his imagination. When she smiled at him, his heart turned leaped. When she actually reached out and touched him, blood rushed straight to his groin. Her sultry confession—I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you—had pretty much sealed the deal. What man in his right mind wouldn’t have followed her after hearing something like that?
And while her plump breasts were filling his hands, and her long curvy legs were wrapped around his waist, he hadn’t stopped to question his good fortune. He didn’t care that just two nights ago, Samara Layton had wanted nothing to do with him. All that mattered was being inside her honey-wet heat, and damn she’d felt incredible. So incredible that his dick throbbed at the memory of it.
He reached for the glass of scotch the waitress had brought and tossed down half the contents in one gulp.
“Don’t feel bad about losing the bet, Blair,” Donovan was consoling his colleague. “For a while there, I didn’t think Marcus would find his way here either. Not with the way he went after—” He stopped, looking slyly at Marcus. “You did catch her name, didn’t you?”
“Hell, yeah.”
When Marcus offered no more, Donovan and Timothy stared at him. “Well?” they demanded in unison.
Marcus swallowed more scotch. “Her name’s Samara.”
“Beautiful name,” Timothy said.
“Beautiful woman.” Donovan grinned at Marcus. “So what happened when you caught up to her?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Aw, come on, man,” Donovan laughingly protested. “You’re holding out on me? How long have we known each other?”
“Too long.” Seventeen years, to be exact. They’d met as freshmen at Morehouse College, and quickly became friends when they discovered how much they had in common. They both had grown up in Atlanta and were raised by single fathers. As political science majors, they’d both dreamed of attending law school and becoming high-powered attorneys. After graduation, Donovan’s law school plans had been delayed when his father got sick. While Marcus left home to attend Georgetown University, Donovan had stayed behind to care for his ailing father until he passed away two years later. After that, he’d enrolled in law