“I don’t know if it is. Never tried. But if the way you look when I fuck you is anything to go by—”

“I can’t promise to achieve that. I know my limitations.”

Will nudged him. “Berk. Or do you not like to do it that way?”

“It’s not my first choice, but I very much like the idea of watching you get fucked, now you mention it.”

That sent a pulse of alarmed excitement shuddering right through Will’s nerves. “Really?”

“God, yes.” Kim’s fingernails slid over his skin. “I would love to see you give it up. Watch you come apart.”

“You send me out of my mind,” Will whispered. “You know that, right?”

“I lost mine to you a long time ago.” He brushed a thumb over Will’s cheek, unbearably tender. “On which—” He stopped.

“What?”

“Nothing. Nothing. Are you hungry, at all? Peacock’s left food in the kitchen. It’s Quiller’s evening off and he’s taking him out for a drink, so the flat’s our own.”

Chapter Ten

There was noise in Will’s consciousness. A raised voice in the distance, giving orders. Senior officer, he vaguely thought, except he was in an actual bed, not a camp bed or a pile of sacks. He was in Kim’s bed, in fact, with the morning light filtering through the curtains and Kim breathing softly next to him, and there weren’t any officers here. Must be someone shouting in the corridor outside the flat. Except they must be pretty loud because it sounded close—

There was someone in the flat.

The realisation hit him just as the bedroom door opened. Will sat bolt upright, Kim gave a spasmodic jerk, and Peacock shut the door and leaned against it. “Lord Arthur!”

“What the hell,” Kim said thickly.

“I couldn’t stop him.” The normally imperturbable manservant spoke urgently, with none of his usual gloomy calm. “He’s in the sitting room, he wants you at once—”

“Who?”

“Lord Flitby!” Peacock said, as a voice from right outside bellowed, “Arthur!”

Will dived over the side in a frantic scramble of limbs, kicking his feet free of the sheets as he went, and rolled under the bed. Kim said, “Let him in,” and the door slammed open.

“Arthur, damn you!”

“I am in bed, sir.” Kim sounded cold, and as perfectly collected as if he didn’t have a bare naked lover hiding right under him.

Not to mention Will’s jacket, shirt, and trousers all thrown over the back of the bedroom chair, in full view. Sodding marvellous. He crossed his fingers the Marquess wouldn’t know what Kim normally wore, and concentrated on not coughing, sneezing, or breathing too loud.

“It is past nine o’clock.” The Marquess’s voice was as full of contempt as if it were three in the afternoon. “Have you nothing better to do at this time than loll around?”