The warm golden light of the early morning sun spilled across the polished heart-pine floors of the Craftsman master suite, casting long, peaceful shadows over the plush linen sheets.
Maya opened her dark brown eyes slowly, letting out a soft, contented sigh as the quiet morning air washed over her. Her caramel-gold skin was warm against the cool sheets, and every muscle in her body felt deeply relaxed after the celebration of her Senior Partner promotion the night before.
She shifted slightly, intending to stretch, but found herself completely anchored.
Mario’s broad, muscular six-foot-two frame was wrapped securely around her from behind. His heavy arm locked her waist against his bare chest, his chest expanding against her back with a slow, steady pulse of heat. Before she could slip
