Page 1 of Margot
CHAPTER ONE
LENNOX
Roses?
Check.
Vanilla scented candles around the tub?
Check.
Ravel’sPavaneon the stereo?
Check and double check.
When Sutton came home, she would be in a world of absolute love and adoration.
She’d just finished a concert with the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra and since I couldn’t attend, I more than made up for it by showering her with everything I knew she loved. I even had a bottle of chardonnay in the wine chiller.
I checked my watch and realized I had just enough time to get the fireplace started in our room. I clicked the remote and blue flames jumped to life. The perfect notes flowing through the speakers seemed amplified once the fire was crackling and dancing behind the glass. I stood to watch it for a few moments before taking my clothes off.
I opted to keep my boxer briefs on while I ran a bath for Sutton. She’d be home in five minutes and she liked her baths piping hot. She was a staunch believer in soaking her delicate hands and slender fingers before and after concerts. So she loved her bath water nearly scalding sometimes.
She was an expert on what worked for her though because she was one out of about two hundred classically trained concert pianists in the world. She worked her ass off day and night. There wasn’t a time that keys weren’t tinkling in our home.
Whenever I wasn’t working, I’d join in and play my violin alongside her. We always made the most beautiful music together. Sometimes I felt regret wafting off her because I didn’t pursue music professionally. My heart was never in it like hers though. Sutton’s soul was in the piano and because of it she was a beautiful work of music all by herself.
When the alarm at the door beeped, I lifted my head and smiled a little. I made my way to the foyer with roses in my arm and then I laid eyes on her. She was the single most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. That still remained true even after the honeymoon stage of our marriage faded.
Two years later and every time I saw Sutton, my breath got caught in my damn throat. Her honey brown skin and innocent eyes warm as a glass of brandy, made me remember why she was the only one for me.
“Good evening, beautiful,” I smiled. Ravel’s keystrokes in the background mirrored Sutton’s shining brandy-brown eyes as she took the roses from my arm.
“Lennox…” She breathed my name then buried her nose in the velvet red petals. “Thank you! I was afraid you’d be asleep by the time I got back.” Sutton’s voice was sweet and light like a floral note in the spring air.
I moved in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. The cold winter air still clung to her skin. “Like I’d miss the chance to congratulate you on your concert. You can tell me all about it while you soak in the tub. Come on.” I motioned to the bedroom and I heard the click of her heels on the wood floor as she followed behind me.
“It’s funny that you’re playing Ravel because that’s what we played at the concert.” She said it as if I could have forgotten. I went to sleep and woke up to Ravel’s music in the air.
“I know,” I chuckled.
She sat on the bed and unwound her long chocolate hair from its tight bun. I watched in awe as it swung to one side then tumbled down her perfectly postured back. Sutton was a work of art I never got tired of studying. Once her hair was totally undone, it hung down in loose waves like a river of lush chocolate.
My fingers ached to push through those silky strands.
Hesitantly, I moved toward her and fingered the ends of her hair. She glanced over her shoulder at me and gave a soft smile. I knew without a word what it meant.
Don’t touch her hair.
“God, Lennox, I wish you could have been there. It seemed like the entire audience stopped when I played. Maybe I was so lost in the music that I didn’t notice them anymore. Either way, it felt like I was floating on the notes.” When she looked at me she grinned, baring perfect white teeth. She slipped her shoes off, then her red dress.
Sutton rambled on and on about her concert and I listened while I coaxed her into the bathroom. She paused only when she saw the candles around the tub. “Thank you,” she said with her hand over her heart. “This is exactly what I needed after the concert.” She leaned over and stood on her tiptoes as best she could then she kissed my cheek.
Without her heels, Sutton was every bit of five feet tall. I had more than a foot on her at six-foot-three inches. I took a moment to admire her in the lacy white bra and matching panties I got her for our first anniversary.
The hint of her stiff nipples beneath the delicate lace made my cock twitch. I slid my fingers through my beard and shook my head while I watched her fold her arms behind her back and take the bra off. Next came the panties.
Damn, Sutton.
