The Maid's Best Kept Secret (The Marchetti Dynasty 1)

Nikos took her hand and led her off the dance floor and out through the main ballroom, still thronged with guests. Maggie’s cheeks were burning—surely their desire for each other must be glaringly obvious?

They went straight out to where the car was waiting. As soon as Nikos joined her in the back he said something to the driver, who raised the privacy partition before they drove off.

Nikos reached for Maggie, putting his hands around her waist and pulling her towards him so that she was on his lap. Their mouths fused and then Maggie’s hands were pushing at his jacket, reaching for his bowtie to undo it but only getting it tangled.

Nikos drew back and huffed out a tortured-sounding laugh. ‘Would you believe I’m usually a lot more sophisticated than this?’

Maggie said, ‘I don’t care.’

Nikos drew her up. ‘Pull your dress up and straddle me.’

She did it, knocking her head on the roof of the car. She could feel Nikos’s arousal pressing against her and she moved.

He groaned. ‘I want to see you...this dress...’

He reached for it at the top and pulled it down from her shoulders, revealing bare breasts that had been supported magically by the boning of the dress. They fell free now...heavy, aching.

Nikos cupped them and licked her nipples, first one and then the other, sending shards of exquisite pleasure down to Maggie’s groin. She reached beneath her to Nikos’s belt and trousers, fingers clumsy as she tried to release him.

Eventually she rose up and he took her hand away, releasing himself. She could feel his heat and strength and she almost wept with need. The fact that they were in the back of a car, being driven in loops around the city of Rome, was a decadence she couldn’t think a

bout now.

Nikos pushed her underwear aside and ran a finger along the seam of her body. She bit her lip—and then she felt the thick head of his erection.

Nikos said something guttural in Greek, but she understood instinctively.

She came down on his length until every hard inch was embedded in her body. They were both breathing fast. Her hands were on the seat-back behind Nikos as she tried to control her movements, coming slowly up and down again. His hands were on her waist, helping her. It was the most erotic experience of her life and she couldn’t last.

Sensing how close she was, Nikos took her, holding her hips as he thrust up. Deeper than before. Harder. And Maggie came, over and over again, barely aware of the warmth of Nikos’s explosive release inside her.

She slumped over him, spent. Sated. At peace.

Nikos never wanted to move again.

What the hell was that?

His body was still semi-hard. Still embedded within Maggie’s snug embrace. If she moved—Theos, he would want her again. Already. The control this woman had over him was not something he wanted to dwell on...

He carefully extricated himself, wincing as the connection between them was broken. Maggie made a little sound that almost had Nikos hauling her back into his arms, but he forced himself to pull her dress up, to hide those magnificent breasts from his gaze.

She moved off his lap and then snuggled into his side like a cat. Nikos had instinctively wrapped his arm around her before he realised that this was the kind of behaviour he’d never indulged in.

Before.

But Maggie was his wife. Things were different now. That was all.

When Maggie woke the next morning she could hear Daniel gurgling in the apartment—presumably with Marianne. She lay on her back for a long moment, reliving the urgency of that coupling in the back of the car.

Nikos had had to carry her in from the car. Her legs had been too weak to hold her up. He’d brought her to her room and she’d been reaching for him again when Daniel had emitted a cry in the room next to hers.

Nikos had been the one to pull back, stand up. ‘You should go to him.’

Maggie could only give thanks now that she hadn’t exposed herself spectacularly in her ravenous need for more.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow, groaning softly.

A few hours later they were on their way to Madrid—but without Marianne. She’d had to go back to Paris for a minor family emergency and wouldn’t be able to join them again until they were in London.