Page 6 of Wicked William

“Twenty-one.”

He closes his eyes. “Young.”

“Age is just a number,” I say, moving closer to him again. I like the way his big, hard body feels against me. “And besides, I’m not as innocent as I look.”

“It’s been a long day, Maisy.”

I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips, my hands running through his hair.

At first, he doesn’t respond. But then he’s pulling me closer, his tongue slipping into my mouth. We kiss deeply, passionately, as if we’re starved for each other.

I feel his erection, hard and impressive, pressing against me, and I moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged.

“This is a bad idea,” he says, his voice rough.

“It doesn’t have to be,” I whisper.

He groans and pulls away from me. “We should get some sleep,” he says, his voice gruff.

He turns away from me and disappears down the hallway.

I stand there for a moment, stunned. I know I shouldn’t be surprised by his reaction—he’s a good man, after all. He doesn’t want to take advantage of a woman he thinks is battling mental health issues for one thing. My age is another factor. And now he’s my boss. No, a good man like William would shy away from all those things.

But still, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. No matter what happens between us, I know I’m safe in his house. And I’m grateful for that.

Might as well unpack. I pull out my crystals, setting them up in the room to create a protective grid around me in the space. I light some incense, wafting the smoke in the corners to purify any stagnant energy.

The space feels good. I wish I knew what kind of danger William was in, specifically, but right now everything feels energetically clear.

Tomorrow, I’ll explore Tempest after serving William a healthy, hearty breakfast. I want to make a menu for several days, and we still have to talk about what my job expectations, and pay, are going to be.

In the meantime, I slide into the sheets and relax. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

I can hear William moving around his room through our shared wall, so I pull out my vibrator. Maybe I can give him something to think about.

I put it on low, no sense in scaring the poor man. The hum of my toy fills the room as the vibrations travel through me.

Mmmm. Yes. Nice.

I think about the kiss we just shared, the way he smells, the feel of his strong body. I slip into a pleasant, dreamy state as I imagine us together, our bodies intertwined, exploring each other in the dark.

I kick it up a notch and moan loudly. Through the wall, William’s answering groan pitches me higher. I visualize William stroking his cock and listening for the sounds I’m making. I imagine what his cock looks like, how it would feel in my hand. How it would feel inside me.

Moving. Deeper and deeper.

My breathing gets heavier as I continue to pleasure myself. I’m so close. I can almost feel his touch. I’m on the edge, and then I’m there. Shattering. I let out a loud cry as I come.

I know he heard me. The muffled tones from the other side of the wall confirm it.

William Duke is going to be the most fun I ever had.

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