Liam might have made love to her right there on the floor, if it were not for the maid. The little woman came and knocked smartly before she wheeled in a cart of food. She nearly tripped over herself when she saw the duke kneeling with the woman in his lap. “Is there anything else you require, your grace?” She asked primly, pretending not to notice that she’d nearly walked in on an indecent scene.
“One more thing, if you please. A pitcher of hot water for bathing.”
“Of course sir, enjoy the meal.” She bowed and left quickly, no doubt fearing that the moment she turned her back, duke would be kissing his wife again. Liam chuckled, and rose to his feet, dragging Willow with him.
"I don’t even want to let you go long enough to eat,” he murmured into her hair.
“I’m not hungry a
