“I can lie to you too if you like.”

“We both know that.” Will got a hand under his arse. Kim wrapped a thigh round his waist. “Christ, you’re gorgeous. And you ought to be back at work.”

“Are we talking about this now?”

“I like a man who can do his job. And I like how you look in the bookshop but I bloody love it when you’re playing the dark-arts merchant. It suits you.”

Kim stilled in his arms. He leaned back a little, to look at Will’s face. Then he said, “Right.”

“Right what?”

“For a start...”

He unwound himself, went to the door, and put a chair under the handle. “Just in case. And with that formality done, would you care to fuck like animals?”

“My pleasure.”

He managed to pull off half his jacket before Kim was on him, wrenching at the fabric, bite-kissing him fiercely. Will returned the enthusiasm, dragging at Kim’s clothes with reckless strength, kicking his own trousers away, till they were both naked and Kim shoved him back onto the bed and straddled him. “Christ, Will. You are staggering. And if you’d care to make me stagger—”

“Always a pleasure,” Will assured him. “Or could we, uh—?”

Kim leaned down to graze a nipple with his teeth. “Mmm?”

“Other way around?”

Kim sat up again, examining his face. “Really?”

This felt more than a little awkward. “If you want to.”

“I think it’s more whether you want to. Is there a particular reason you want to tonight?”

There was, only Will had no idea how to voice it and didn’t want to try in case it sounded as ridiculous as he feared. “I don’t know. I thought about it, and you look fucking beautiful doing the secret agent thing, that’s all.”

“I really must get my job back. Hold on.” He reached for the bedside table.

Will gave him a look. “You brought the Vaseline?”

“Would you prefer I hadn’t?”

No, he would not. Will lay back, arm pillowed under his head. Kim knelt over him. “Let’s see. We should probably get you interested.”

He ducked to take Will’s prick in his mouth, tongue and lips curving warmly around him. Will hissed and relaxed into the pleasure, watching his dark head. “Do we have to keep quiet? How far’s the nearest person, quarter of a mile?”

“Mph.” Kim came up for air long enough to say, “Should be some way, but I can’t swear.”

You never knew when a servant might be passing, Will supposed. He cupped a hand round Kim’s skull, feeling the movements of head and jaw. Fingers, teeth and lips and tongue: Kim knew how to make his toes curl, and he was doing it very effectively indeed. “God, you’re good at that. Fuck, yes. Not too much.”