The last time William had a woman over, it had been against his wishes. And the bitch had stayed, too.

For the better part of the last three years, Trisha had remained in this very flat, keeping him on a leash until the shit became so thick it was impossible to breathe any longer.

He’d actually begged her to leave. Begged. But the woman had put her foot down.

So, truly, William couldn’t deny that it was almost odd to see someone he actually liked walking around his apartment and admiring the view of London’s illuminated skyline.

He watched Lily as she stood by the window, a vision straight out of a bloody wet dream. Her black dress accentuated her narrow waist and clung to her ass, beckoning him to lift it higher.

She caught him staring in the reflection and smiled.

Instantly dropping that awful idea of getting them wine—and pretending he wanted anything less than her, all of her—he strode over. Lily tilted her head to the side as he stopped behind her, those chestnut curls parting to reveal her porcelain skin and the slender line of her neck.

Christ, what was he getting himself into?

Despite her magnetic femininity, she seemed young and delicate at the same time, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on far more than was proper.

William brought his lips to her pulse, then traced it with his tongue. As he continued his exploration lower, sliding down the thin straps of her dress, then her bra, Lily placed her hand on one of the ornate beams separating the floor-to-ceiling window in three parts. He glimpsed the flash of her red painted nails, that fucking perfect almond shape making him wish he could see them trailing the length of his cock instead of the fucking metal.

But they would get there.

Eventually.

She was his to play with right now.

Watching pleasure ride her expression, he tore himself from her neck and pressed his palms to her thighs. The sheer black tights were smooth beneath his fingers, those toned legs of hers a bloody perfect combination of strength and elegance.

Slowly, so slowly that it nearly drove him insane, he guided his hands higher, pushing up the hem of her dress.

Lily trembled, her back arching as he slid the material all the way to her waist to expose the firm curve of her ass, the red silk briefs visible past the sheen of black.

Bloody hell. He could probably come just by looking at her.

Whatever it was about her that affected him this way, he wasn’t questioning it any longer.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered in her ear.

His hand slid down her ass before he cupped the apex of her thighs, the other shoving down her bra and wrapping around her full breast. He groaned at the bloody amazing weight, the fullness that was so at odds with her slender frame.

Rolling her nipple between his fingers, he stoked her slit. Gently at first, then gradually added just the right amount of pressure to feel the liquid heat of her arousal against his skin.

Fuck, feeling her milk her panties, her tights like this, knowing it was all because of him… His cock pulsed and the urge to rip away the material just to get to her nearly won. But William kept himself in check.

He pleasured her through the thin layer of clothing until those fucking gorgeous fingernails of hers dug into the metal beam and Lily’s breaths grew into moans. She was close, he could feel her, but right before she could orgasm, he withdrew.

Lily gasped, then groaned, but he was already undoing his zipper… Then took his time rolling her tights and panties down her legs.

His gaze dropped to her pussy, to those cleanly shaven, supple folds. It wasn’t what he usually went for, but fuck, there was something about seeing her bare like this that just did it for him.

He slipped two fingers inside, then another. But when she wanted to thrust against his hand, he pulled out—and buried his throbbing cock inside to the hilt.

She was wet, but so fucking tight he nearly orgasmed right then and there.

Probably would have, too, if he hadn’t jerked off in the morning. Twice.

Letting out a groan, he steadied himself. Lily laid the palm of her free hand flat against the window, one of her breasts exposed and a fucking erotic expression riding her features. He wasn’t some grand exhibitionist, but seeing her like that, with London stretched beyond her… William couldn’t deny just how badly it turned him on.

Still, he was gentleman enough to ask, “Is this good for you, pet?” He filled her again. “You want to take this elsewhere?”

The laugh that left her lips was melodic, sultry, and breathless at the same time, his cock growing even harder in response.

“Good?” She ground her ass against him and met his gaze in the reflection. “Bloody brilliant’s more like it. Now fuck me already, William. Please. I want you to make me come.”

It was all he needed to hear. He thrust inside her, feeling her muscles convulse around his cock, milking him, then retreated just to do it all over again. She moaned, fingernails clicking against the glass as delicious tremors took hold of her legs.

Unable to tear his gaze from their reflection, William kept her upright, pinned in place as he fucked her hard and strong until they both came screaming.