Page 23 of Wicked William

I stare at him, the truth of his words sinking in. I do know what this is. I do know what this means.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I know.”

“It freaks you out.”

I nod. “I like my freedom. I’ve never wanted a relationship.” I think again about the herb shop from my vision. It felt good, not like I was tied down to something I didn’t want.

I gasp as he begins to move, building a slow, deep rhythm that quickly has pleasure coiling in my core once more. Our joining is slick and messy from our previous round, and the lewd sounds of our fucking fill the room along with our moans.

He lifts my leg to hook over his hip, allowing him to sink in at a new angle that makes me cry out. I’m already close, still sensitive from my last climax, but I strive to hold off as long as I can—the longer we’re joined like this, the happier I am.

“That’s it,” William growls, snapping his hips forward. “Take it, take all of Daddy’s cock like the perfect little bad girl you are.”

His filthy praise sends me tumbling over the edge with a wail, inner walls clamping down on his length as I come undone. He follows soon after, filling me again with his release.

Chapter Ten

William

By Monday morning,my cock is actually ready for a few hours away from Maisy. It’s raw and sensitive from being inside her so often, but I still get hard when I think about her.

Which is all the damn time.

I can’t get enough of her—the way she moves, how responsive she is to my touch, the way she radiates pleasure when I make her come.

I want to make her mine in every way, but I’m not sure if she’s ready for that. She’s still unsure, still a little scared, and I need to go slow. Taking things too fast too soon could ruin everything.

Dillon comes by the shop I’m working in. It’s an empty shell still, but since Maisy called it an herb and tea shop, I can’t help but renovate the space with that in mind. I wonder if I can get Cherry’s little brother in here to paint leaves on the walls. He’s done great with the outside murals we’ve given him. Kid has a talent for painting on walls. It’s a good thing Max got him doing it legally or he’d be in juvie by now.

“What’s up little brother?” I ask Dillon, glad to see two to-go cups in a carrier.

Dillon hands me a coffee. “Just brought lunch to Cress. She’s taking care of the bookstore for Cherry while she and Max are on their honeymoon.”

“Thanks, man.” The cup is from the chocolate store next to the Tempest Books or I wouldn’t have taken it. Cressida has a magical gift of ruining coffee but not realizing it’s bad. Nobody has the heart to tell her it’s undrinkable, so we suffer in silence. “How’s Cressida feeling?”

Dillon smiles. That means she’s feeling horny. “She’s great. That’s kind of why I’m here. I wanted to ask you about your housekeeper.”

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