Description:
For all his wealth and breeding, Lord Edward stank like a fat old pig. He looked like one too, lying there with his mouth open and his puffy red face covered in grey bristles.
Holding her breath, Maggie bent to lay the tray carefully on the bedside table. With a bit of luck she could have the curtains drawn and be out of there before he was properly awake.
But as she stood up his hand shot from beneath the coverlet and grabbed her behind the knee, toppling her onto the bed.
She gasped and struggled as he sat up and hauled her alongside him. His sweaty face came down on hers, his breath stinking like an open grave and she gagged as his tongue squirmed its way between her lips like a hot, wet slug.
'Come on, ' he panted, lifting his head. 'You know you want it.'
