"Oh Gavin, don't stop,please..."
Her sex milked his fingers, so demanding and hungry.Too much, can't hold on."Go over, Percy," he growled, "with me—"
Her body spasmed, the luscious pull dragging him over the edge. With her beautiful cries in his ears, he shut his eyes against the fierce pleasure, the powerful release boiling up his shaft. He spent with a violence that robbed him of all control. Time slowed as he spewed hotly again and again, bellowing as ecstasy turned him inside out.
When he came to his senses, it was to find Percy gazing at him. Her hair was falling from its pins, and she held a stained glove to her heaving bosom. The stars in her eyes outshone those in the heavens above.
And, finally, he realized the danger he was in.
* * *
Nicholas Morgan awoke in a strange bed. He yawned, blinking groggily at his surroundings. Another hotel room. Next to the bed, the large window was open, the curtains stirring in the warm breeze. He saw a field of red tiles lining the rooftops, and it all returned to him. Florence. They'd arrived early this morning. After the exhausting journey, Nurse had bundled the twins off for a nap, and Helena had decided the adults needed a lie down too.
Being an accommodating husband, he'd gone along with his better half. They hadn't gotten much sleep. As it turned out, vacationing made him randy as hell—and that was saying something, given that he couldn't keep his hands off his wife under normal circumstances. He raised himself up on one elbow, gazing down at his marchioness. Curled on her side, Helena dozed as peacefully as a little girl with her chestnut hair tangled and her delicate skin flushed.
Yet despite her innocent looks, his Helena was all woman. The sheet had slipped, revealing one round, plump breast. That ripe curve with its lovely pink crest was too much to resist.
Leaning over, he drew his tongue languidly around the nipple. It stiffened immediately, and he took his time licking, teasing it into a ripe berry. Though Helena's eyes remained closed, she shifted, a sigh escaping her. Enjoying the game, he explored beneath the sheet, his hand skimming over her plush backside before slipping between her thighs.
His heart sped up to find her deliciously, wantonly ready for him again. Positioning himself on his side, he took his turgid member in hand and ran the thick head along her slit. He savored her wetness, the sudden hitch in her breathing. He entered her in a slow, mind-melting thrust. Even as heat engulfed his senses, he told himself to draw out the bliss this go around. But then his naughty marchioness moaned, wriggling her bottom against him, and he had no choice but to give in, plowing her harder, needing to be deeper and deeper—
A series of raps sounded on the door.
Bloody fuck.He nipped his wife's ear. "Ignore it," he whispered.
"We can't just—ohh." She broke off as he nudged higher, finding her favorite spot.
The knocking continued. "Nicholas? Helena? Are you awake? 'Tis me, Anna."
"We'll be, er, just a moment," Helena called out breathlessly.
She wiggled away from him, and he let her go with a grunt. Scrambling from the bed, she donned a dressing gown and tossed him his. He put it on. Grimaced as he looked down at himself. "What the devil am I supposed to do about this?"
Helena's eyes widened at the sight of the tented brocade.
"Here, take this." She shoved a newspaper at him, clearly trying to smother a laugh. "Just, er, hold it in front."
He raised his gaze to the ceiling.
Helena went to the door and ushered in Anna Fines. Nicholas' lust faded when he saw the worry lining the older lady's soft features. Behind her spectacles, Anna's typically serene blue eyes held an apprehensive gleam. The last time he'd seen that particular expression had been when Jeremiah—Anna's husband and Nicholas' mentor—had fallen ill.
"What is the matter, dear?" Helena said, sounding as concerned as he felt.
"I'm so sorry to disturb you, but,"—Anna's lips trembled—"dear heaven, it's the children."
"The twins?" Helena said on a note of alarm.
"No, not your children.Mine." With a shaking hand, Anna held out a letter. "I'm afraid we must depart for London immediately."
22
Gavin placedhis newly cleaned pistols upon his desk. They gleamed in readiness. Hearing footsteps in the hallway, he tossed a piece of black velvet over the weapons and rose to his greet his late night visitor.
Magnus shuffled into the study, his cane knocking hollowly against the floor. "Sorry to disturb you at this hour, Hunt."
"You have information for me?" Gavin said without ado.
"Aye. Found that gent of yours," the old man said. "Led me on a merry chase, Fines did. Turns out he's been hiding in Spitalfields."
