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thighs. She held still, her hands braced on the table and sweat dripping from her skin.
    He placed a kiss on her left buttock, slid her panties back into place and smoothed her skirt back over her butt. She gasped and throbbed where he had been inside her, and when her vision cleared, she looked down at the note.
    Walk down the hall and go to the next room. You can rest there. Don’t say a word.
    She straightened and could feel the wetness seeping out of her. Her ass was still tight, but she trusted that it would be a mess when it came time to clean up.
    Molly looked around, and the door was open. She moved stiffly and carefully out the door and down the hall until she ran into the heavy and impassible air again. The door that was open beckoned her in.
    She heard the sound of running water and followed it to the bathroom, where a soaker tub was filling with warm water and a mound of bubbles.
    The invitation was clear, and she was sticky and slick enough to give in. Her clothing hit the floor in an untidy heap. She flicked her panties away so that they wouldn’t get her dress wet, though the dress was soaked with sweat and the bra was no better.
    Her heels were knocked over and abandoned as she stepped into the bath. The heat told her where the abrasions were, and she settled in for a long soak. Morning would be soon enough for her to hike to the main road. Walking around in the dark was dangerous.
    She settled back and relaxed until the water was tepid. Every inch of her had been scrubbed clean, and she could almost think that she had imagined the previous encounter. She would have if her clothing hadn’t disappeared to be replaced by a long muslin gown hanging from the door.
    She dried off with super-soft linen and hung it up carefully. The gown was obviously for her, so she slipped it on and removed the clip that kept her hair off her face. The bed was covered with lace, and one side of the bedding was turned down in invitation. Molly didn’t want to be rude, so she slipped into the envelope prepared for her and settled against the pillows.
    She was nearly asleep when she felt a body pressing against hers under the blankets. She smiled slightly and burrowed back against him.
    Molly drifted in and out of an alert mode as his hands went on a slow exploration of her body. She opened her mouth to comment on his previous knowledge of her, but he pressed his fingers to her lips.
    She licked at the fingers and sucked them into her mouth. He quivered against her back and burrowed beneath the bedding.
    She wasn’t sure what he was up to until he arranged her on her back and slowly lifted the edge of her nightgown as he kissed his way up to her sex.
    She felt his breath on her before he applied his mouth to her slit with delicate ferocity. He was careful but savage as he worked her body into moving against his tongue.
    She pressed her hand to her mouth as she soared toward release. Her first encounter had primed her, and now, she was up for an escalation of activity. Her hands gripped the pillow under her head as she gritted her teeth when her senses flew apart. Fire ran through her limbs, and her body pulsed around his tongue.
    Molly was breathing hard, her body coated in sweat again as she settled against the sheets under the coverlet.
    The man under the covers moved slowly up her body. She assumed he was going to slide into her, but instead, he took her left nipple between his teeth and bit carefully.
    Her hand slammed over her mouth again as he moved from breast to breast, biting, sucking, nibbling and then starting all over.
    Her senses were in overdrive. The dark of the room must have happened while she was dozing. She looked under the blanket, but all she could see was the unending darkness of the room around her.
    He started to knead at her breasts as he sucked, and she bit her lip. She had always enjoyed rough handling. She pressed up toward her bed companion and rolled her hips against him.
    The feel of his smile