The moment the knock sounded, Lucrezia was jolted back to her senses. She felt Maverick's hand that had threaded down to her core freeze in place and only then did she realise what was happening.
Things were escalating between them, and she had not even thought to protest against it. She just lay there, allowing him to pleasure her while she moaned without a little shame.
She saw Maverick turn slightly behind with furrowed brows, as if he was wondering who it was that had dared come to knock on his door and interrupt his time with Lucrezia.
Seeing this, Lucrezia shifted abruptly from under him, using her hands to pack up the torn fabric of her dress and cover her breasts that were exposed to him.
Now that she had gauged properly what they'd done, her mind was reeling from panic and embarrassment.
Maverick didn't even get the opportunity to hold her back before she rushed to sit up, holding her dress to her chest.
