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black fur around the trim and the low-cut neckline. “Just slip a sable under the tree for me.”
    Blown away, Russell placed his hand on his heart. “Wow! Now this was worth driving through a snowstorm for.”
    “Such a sweet talker.” Tamara laughed and came all the way in the room. She walked over to him and lightly pushed him down on the bed, so he was sitting and she was standing in front of him. She took the hat off her head and tossed it carelessly behind her. “And if I would have come out in a ratty robe, with my hair in my head scarf, while scratching my ass, what would you have said then?”
    Russell didn’t miss a beat. “Now this was worth driving through a snowstorm for.”
    Tamara rolled her eyes. “You’re such a liar.”
    “Don’t you know?” Russell asked with all sincerity.
    “Know what?” she asked with a slight puzzled look on her pretty face.
    Russell made sure to hold her gaze so she could read the truth in his eyes for herself. “That you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”
    “I thought that was Janet Jackson,” she teased.
    “ Janet is fine but… She isn’t carrying my baby.”
    “That bitch better not be.”
    “Oh, I love it when you get jealous of people I’ll never meet or ever have a chance with in real life.”
    “I don’t like to share. Not even with random dream girls.”
    “You are my dream girl.”
    “If you’re trying to talk your way into my panties , you can stop. I’m not wearing any.”
    “Who’s the sweet talker now?” The delightful scent of coco a butter wafted up to him the closer she came. Russell inhaled deeply then let out a contented sigh. “Damn you smell good.”
    “You’re just easy to please.”
    “Remember that next time you say I’m overbearing.”
    She stared at him blankly. “I remember nothing.”
    “That’s what I thought.” Russell laughed. “So, if you were coming over here to escape me, who did you pack this little number for?”
    “Ty.”
    Russell froze. “Excuse me?”
    Laughing, she slapped him lightly on his shoulder. “You , silly.”
    “Oh , so you just knew I was going to come chasing after you?”
    “I plead the fifth.”
    “I bet you do.” Russell reached out and fingered the straps of her gown. The top of the lace slip dress was doing very little to contain her breasts. Tamara was a busty girl before, pregnancy only enhanced parts of her already impressively curvy body, making Russell one very lucky man. Her breasts especially drew his gaze in that outfit. His mouth watered at the thought of taking her nipples into his mouth. “I love this dress but it looks like it’s cutting into your shoulders.”
    “It is a bit.”
    ”I thought so.” Russell slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled them down so her breasts popped out obscenely over the black fur. He licked his lips at the sight. “Better.”
    “For who m?” Tamara teased.
    Russell was too enthralled by her sexy breasts to reply. God he loved her body. Especially “the twins” as he jokingly called them. The heavy mounds were tipped with the darkest nipples he’d ever had the pleasure of kissing , and to both their delights the pregnancy had turned the dark beauties into the most sensitive part of her body next to her clit. The right amount of pressure could make her come just from nipple stimulation alone.
    “Don’t even think it.”
    It took effort to force his gaze up to her face. “Think what?”
    “About making me come just yet.”
    Russell took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed them tightly. “Isn’t that the entire point?”
    Tamara gasped and leaned into him . “It’s so the point but I…I…”
    “You what…” Russell lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He suckled it, getting the dark peak hard before releasing it to blow cool air across it.
    Tamara buried her hand in his hair and forced his head forward again, lining him up to pay the other nipple the same amount of