Darya was lounging on a leather sofa in the den when Kostas arrived home with two yapping and excited dogs. He paused in the doorway and gave a low laugh at the vision of her as he caught up to the dogs who bounded onto the sofa to see her. She lay there scratching their ears for a moment before they took off in search of their dinner bowls.
“Really now?” he quirked an eyebrow.
She was wearing nothing but a leather bra and panties, knee high leather boots and holding a glass of red wine. The only make-up on her face was bright red lipstick staining her lips. She had almost opted not to wear it but threw it on as a whim. The rest of her skin was bare.
“Do you like my lipstick? The shade is called sweet cherry pie.”
“I do, very much,” he was grinning so broadly she could almost see his m
