The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4) by Julie Farrell

loved to treat Samira with luxury. She padded across the thick carpet, with the air-conditioning cooling her after being out in the Las Vegas heat. This room was bigger than her childhood apartment back in Iran – and it was the sort of boudoir that Hollywood starlets would be accustomed to. The king-sized bed was in a separate room through an elaborate archway, and there was a side-room with a crib for Quin, where Samira laid him down to sleep.
    She kissed him tenderly on his smooth little forehead, feeling complete now his daddy was back on the scene. And he was her husband! Optimism about staying in the US and drawing a line under the last year sparkled inside her. All she needed was her passport and they’d be set...
    She said goodnight to her son, then strolled back to greet her husband, who was waiting in the main suite, sitting on the squashiest couch Samira had ever seen.
    He stood up. “Would you like some Champagne, Mrs. Quinlan?”
    He gestured to the mahogany table, where he’d arranged for Champagne, roses, and chocolates to be waiting.
    “You’re so romantic,” she said, as her insides leapt with love.
    He poured them both a drink, and they clinked glasses. Then he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
    “Here’s to a long and happy life with you, Mr. Quinlan,” Samira said.
    “It will be, so long as you’re by my side, Mrs. Quinlan.”
    Samira laughed. “I’d better get used to being called that.”
    “You wanna take a bath?” he asked.
    She grinned. “Well, this is our wedding night, so we’d better make the most of it.”
    “Definitely. I’ll just say goodnight to Quin, then fill the tub for us.”
    He kissed her, then she watched proudly as he went off to see the baby. They’d taken to each other so well – Samira knew Ivan was going to be a wonderful father. She sipped her Champagne suddenly feeling as if she was on vacation. This room was an escape from reality – a magical moment that no one could take away from them. Their private universe...
    Ivan led Samira to the extravagant bathroom, where he’d filled up the huge heart-shaped tub with bubbles. He’d even lit some scented candles and dimmed the lights. He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. Samira felt snug. But as he started to nibble her earlobe, her contentment turned to lust.
    “You’re so hot, Samira,” he said. “I wanna strip you out of this sexy little dress and rub bubbles into your gorgeous toned body. Then lick them off.”
    Arousal surged through her body. “I like the sound of that.”
    Ivan unzipped Samira’s dress and it fell to the floor, then he unhooked her bra and tossed it away. She turned to face him, wearing nothing but her silky panties. She knew she looked good – her breasts were plump and her body was curvy. He stared at her, grinning in awe. Then he dropped to his knees and gazed up into her eyes.
    She ran her fingers through his hair, grinning. “It’s too late to propose to me, Ivan. I’m already married.”
    He laughed. Then he lowered his head and nuzzled his face into her panties. He flicked out his tongue and swirled it over her clit. Samira’s body filled with blissful pleasure.
    “Yes, Ivan,” she groaned, grinding her hips into his face.
    He stood again, then he undid his shirt and stripped it off while she watched.
    “Get in the water and play with yourself for me,” he commanded.
    She laughed as the lust pounded in her clit. He was still wearing his trousers and it turned her on to know he was semi-clothed while she was practically naked. She bent to peel off her panties.
    “No,” he said. “Keep them on.”
    Samira smirked. “But they’ll get wet.”
    He shrugged. “Just how I like your panties, sweetheart.”
    He held out his hand and helped her climb into the sudsy water. She felt warm and rosy – the Champagne had gone to her head and Ivan’s dominating sexiness was making her feel ultra-aroused.
    She sunk down