Celia murmured about the need to close the curtains. The hotel room overlooked the glorious eternal city. Sure, they were up high enough no one would be looking directly in but the bright morning light made her feel too exposed, too naked already.

"Off, now." Hugh swept that long delicious lock of hair from his eyes and stared up at her with mischievous lights dancing in his warm brown eyes. He already lay on the bed, his pale skin looking surprisingly golden against the crisp white linen of the sheets.

Celia faced him and slowly began to unbutton her dress. She had chosen this one deliberately for that effect. Not that she was calculating or anything. Maybe she'd seen too many films—okay, maybe she'd seen waaaay too many films and it suited the cinematic view of her dreams to finally finally FINALLY be in Rome and everything had to be exactly perfect—

Just like she'd always dreamed.

"Turn around," Hugh urged her, his voice lower than usual in that way it always got when he wanted to make a meal of her.

"But someone might see me," Celia said. Her protest was little more than half-hearted and she had already begun to turn back when he spoke again.

"What do you care? You don't know anyone here. And why shouldn't they see you? You're perfect."

Celia smiled to herself as she finished unbuttoning the blue shirt dress and dropped it to the floor. She had on her best matching brassiere and panty set, the ones she and Helen had shopped for at that ungodly expensive boutique in Soho. She ran her hands over the silky red cups of the bra and squeezed her breasts with delight.

"Oh, yeah," Hugh hissed from the bed. "Squeeze them tight, honey. I love to see you touch yourself."

Celia looked over her shoulder at him and grinned broadly. She stuck out her tongue at him, but then slipped her hand under the waistband of her knickers until her fingers touched wetness. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"Come over here." Hugh's voice betrayed his hunger. So did the erection he was stroking ever so slowly as he lay on the sheets.

Celia turned and gave him her best sexy look. "Should I take off my shoes?"

"You know you can leave them on for me, but I bet you'd be more comfortable without them," Hugh said with surprising thoughtfulness.

Celia kicked them off and got onto the bed beside him. "Do you like my new lingerie?" She mushed her breasts together even more than the push-up cups did, the lace tickling her tender skin.

Hugh's only response was to bury his face in her cleavage then assault her with his hot lips and tongue while she sank back into the soft pillows.