Ruby's world narrowed down to the sensation of his heat. Her moans grew louder, her hands sliding down to find his hair beneath the blanket, her fingers tangling in the strands as she guided him closer.
Max was doing excellently well; he was relentless, his focus absolute, driving her toward a peak that made her toes curl.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound was sharp, invading the sanctuary of the bedroom.
"I'm coming in, ma'am," a voice called from the hallway.
Ruby was too far gone, lost in the waves of sensation Max was coaxing out of her. She barely registered the sound of the heavy oak door creaking open.
"I'm sorry, ma'am..."
The older maid stepped into the room, stopping dead. Ruby looked completely flushed, her chest heaving, while the rhythmic movement beneath the blanket made it undeniably clear that Max was still at work.
