Everything to Him by Elizabeth Coldwell Page A

wealth could now be measured in billions of pounds, but there were still plenty of people who simply wanted to see him fail.
    Her next words would require a certain amount of diplomacy. She took a measured breath. “Maybe—and I’m just thinking out loud here—giving them an interview might not be such a bad thing. I know you’ve never liked the idea of flaunting your wealth, but showing what your life is like away from a business environment might make people see you in a different light. More approachable, more—fun.”
    Felix didn’t look entirely convinced. “Even if that’s the case, when would I have the time to sit down with some journalist and answer a bunch of idiotic questions? I’ve got meetings in Berlin and Barcelona next week, plus we’ve still got to thrash things out properly with Rockplanet Radio. Not to mention that I’d been hoping you and I could finally get away together for a few days. It’s been so long since I’ve had any time alone with my gorgeous wife.”
    “Well, why don’t we do something about that now?” Amber fixed her husband with her most seductive look. “That new oil I ordered arrived this morning, and I’m dying to try it out. It might ease some of the tension I can see building in your shoulders…”
    When they’d had the spa area built, the most recent addition to the seven-bedroomed mansion Felix owned in the heart of the Hampshire countryside, Amber had specified there be room for a top-of-the-range therapist’s table alongside the shower facilities. Nothing made her feel better than having all the kinks worked out after a vigorous exercise session. But she’d also been taking lessons in the art of erotic massage—one of the many ways she found of keeping herself busy while Felix was away at some business leaders’ conference or other—and was keen to demonstrate what she’d learned.
    “Why don’t you undress while I take a quick shower?” she asked. Once she’d peeled out of her swimsuit, she tossed the garment aside. It landed on the tiled floor with a wet slap. Naked, she turned on the shower. When the water had reached a satisfyingly steamy temperature, she stepped under the spray and began to lather herself all over. Felix watched her, taking off his footwear, three-piece suit and shirt as he did. He treated his own clothes with more respect than Amber had shown her swimming costume, folding them and putting them in a neat pile on the lounger. His black briefs were the last item to be removed. Pausing in the act of rinsing suds from her hair, Amber admired the sight of her husband’s lean, athletic body. Where she swam and took long walks around the mansion’s grounds, Felix kept fit by pounding the treadmill in their home gym or the running machine he’d had installed in his office, and taking his frustrations out on a punchbag. It would have been easy for him to fall into an undisciplined lifestyle of too many late nights, long lunches, and networking sessions over drinks, growing soft and flabby in the process, but the one thing Felix had in abundance was discipline. She’d met any number of incredibly wealthy men since she’d been with him, and she couldn’t imagine any of them looking as good out of their clothes as he did.
    Not yet fully hard, Felix’s cock still set her mouth watering as it bobbed with every step he took. Even after six years together, Amber had never lost the desire to see her husband naked, to have that thick, virile column of flesh in her hand, to hear him gasp as she stroked her fingers along its length.
    Having switched off the shower, she towelled herself dry before slipping into a short, silky white robe. Turning as she belted it around her waist, she saw that Felix had stretched out on the massage table, only a small towel covering his nakedness.
    She uncapped the heavy purple glass bottle, which looked as though it should contain an expensive perfume, rather than massage oil. It was an impulse purchase she’d