her use of stockings in the Italian heat. Her soft skin tempted him like no other, and he squeezed her thigh, electing a sigh from her delectable lips.
He could not wait a moment longer, and kissed her, pulled her to the edge of the desk and stepped between her legs. She opened for him, lifting her leg to rest about his waist.
Hugh fumbled for his front falls, ripping them open and freeing his hard cock, and then he was in her. They gasped at the contact, each time they came together was like the first. Hugh wondered if it would always be like this with Molly—all-consuming and wild, as hot as the midday sun.
She moaned, laying back on the desk, and she was his to have. Seeing her before him, his for the taking, her breasts rocking with each thrust caused his balls to tighten, his cock to swell.
He ran his hand up her hip to her breast, squeezing the ample flesh just as she liked. Hugh leaned over her, thrusting deeper, harder, and he knew she was close.
She mewled beneath him, without fear or reserve. She sighed his name, her hands reaching behind her for the desk's edge for purchase.
Hugh brought his hand down to her cunny, wet and tight. He slid his thumb over her engorged nubbin, and she came apart beneath him. Her core convulsing and pulling his own release forward.
Hugh fucked her hard, let himself go over the edge before slumping beside her on his desk, heedless of the mess their lovemaking had caused.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly with exertion, and he laughed, feeling his own heart beat hard and loud in his chest.
"I do not think I shall ever get tired of such an activity. You've positively ruined me forever."
He sighed, pulling her into the crook of his arm. "I adore you too," he said, kissing her temple. "Shall we adjourn to the bathhouse? I know how much you love to bathe."
She grinned, her cheeks a light-pink shade that made his heart miss a beat. "You know me so well, husband. Let us go."
A week later, Molly woke in their bedroom in Rome, so very thankful that the world was a different place to where it was only a month before. She was a wife. Mrs Molly Armstrong. The thought could not make her happier.
She sighed, rolling over and smiling at the curtains that billowed in the morning breeze. Hugh was not beside her, but then he often was not in the morning. An early riser her husband seemed to be, and was the opposite of who Molly had always been. But then, her seeking him out in his office had become a bit of a game, and a most pleasurable one each day.
A knock sounded on her door, and she bade enter her new lady’s maid, a young Italian woman who was the housekeeper's granddaughter. The young woman had wanted to rise above being a maid in the household and had come to Molly, asking if she may practice as her maid.
She had agreed straightaway, and Miss Sinclair seemed only too happy to go back to her ways of watching from afar, and reading each day and not having to be so very busy trying to keep a watch on Molly. Now that she was a wife, Miss Sinclair had agreed to stay for a few more weeks and then travel back to London. Although from the growing affection between her companion and Marcus, something told Molly that a second wedding may soon occur.
Cassia bobbed a quick curtsy, before holding up two gowns neatly pressed. "Good morning, Signora Molly. What dress would you prefer for the ball this evening?"
Ah yes, the Earl and Countess Brandon's ball that she had been invited to. Hugh had been less pleased for Molly to attend, and it was odd that the invitation had only been addressed to her. Perhaps Lady Brandon had not heard of her marriage and still assumed she was visiting Rome alone with her companion.
"The red silk is very pretty. I shall wear that tonight."
"You shall look beautiful in the dress," Hugh's deep baritone said from the doorway. He leaned against the stone, a contemplative look on his handsome visage.
Butterflies took flight in Molly's stomach, and she jumped from the bed, dismissing her maid who scurried from the room. She pulled Hugh toward a seat that sat before their unlit hearth. "Sit," she ordered him. His eyes widened in question before he did as