At Marcus' mansion, he took a deep breath and nodded his head at Zyra. “You want this, don’t you?” she asked him softly. He let his gaze fall to the floor, staring at her small, cute feet.

“So much, my love,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zyra placed her fingers beneath his jaw, lifting his gaze to hers. A small smile appeared on her face as she slowly began to loosen her bathrobe. Her eyes remained locked with his, full of intensity and promise. She slipped one arm ...