"Remind me to spend some time in Italy soon." Billy chuckles lowly after Amelle's quip regarding the correlation between her heritage and the passion she possesses. He closes his eyes again briefly and just relaxes for a moment, something his hectic life doesn't allow very often. He takes in the feeling of the soft, plush bedding, ridiculously comfortable mattress and pillows, the general grandness of the room and venue in which they're staying and, of course, having a gorgeous woman like Amelle in his arms. Despite everything going on out there in the world beyond their hotel room, everything feels cosy and perfect right here in this bed. "Fuck, could stay like this forever. In bed with a goddess like you? Pfft, I'm so close to signing my freewill and rights away in exchange for this."

He continues to stroke Amelle's sides and as she hooks her leg across him, Billy allows his fingertips to trail down as far as possible, caressing them over her buttocks and back of thigh. He repeats this motion on the return route upward as she begins to kiss on his chest and lay her hand against his stomach. "Oooh, more kisses, please." Billy teases with a mischievous smirk. He raises his free arm and rests his hand under his head, exposing more of his toned and heavily tattooed torso.

"I could get into some serious trouble, eh? Oh, don't you threaten me with a good time." Billy lets out a dirty chuckle. He has no idea what this "trouble" entails or if Amelle is just saying it in jest, but he's more than eager to press that big red button if it's going to result in a thrill. He leans in closer to her ear and speaks lowly as she sensually runs her hand across his chest. "To own me? Well, I know that's a scenario and fantasy that many people have a good hard think about. Not something that comes easy or for free either. Though, for you, I'm willing to make an exception. What would you make me do if you owned me, hm?" Billy tightens his grip around Amelle and gives her an affectionate squeeze.

Billy smirks with glee as Amelle rolls over on top of him, enjoying where this is headed. He returns the kiss and softly tucks Amelle's hair behind her ear as he gently holds onto her head during the embrace. "Feel free to explore with that mouth" Billy closes his eyes and bites down on his bottom lip, stifling a huge grin as he anticipates Amelle either moving to his sensitive nipples or even further down his body. He keeps his eyes shut, enjoying the element of surprise.

"Stamina? Well, you don't still top the chart and bring home the awards 14 years into the game without a great deal of stamina. I think I'm good going stamina wise." Billy playfully winks, unable to resist the opportunity to flex his ego. He's definitely a persistent person in every aspect; the bedroom, his career, general demeanour. Shy and retiring are two descriptors that will never be associated with this man.

Billy gasps and jolts slightly as he feels Amelle's lips against his nipple, evidently a sensitive and erogenous spot for him. He continues to let out little sharp breathes and muscle contractions as Amelle explores further down his torso. Despite his rough and tumble personality and lifestyle, it's clear that his physical body is extremely soft and sensitive, responding very well to Amelle's slightest touch. As the covers are pulled back, Billy opens his eyes again and looks down at the action. Despite not being fully erect just yet, his long, circumcised member is still highly impressive and the sight of Amelle handling it is an image that needs hung in the Louvre. "Oh fuck yeahhhhh...." Billy lets out a contented sigh and runs a hand through Amelle's hair as she takes him into her mouth. The swirling of her tongue around his head seems to do the trick as he quickly starts to stiffen and his slit grows a little wet. "That feels so fucking good." He confesses in a small, breathy voice.

Taking his hand off of her hair and putting it back behind his own head, Billy makes a conscious decision to actually fall into that more submissive role they joked about earlier. "Do what you want with it." Billy looks down and gives Amelle a knowing wink. Naturally, his instinct would be to push her head downwards and be a tad zealous in regards to the sucking. However, he decides to let Amelle take the lead and go with the flow.

Billy waits in the hotel room which he has been staying in with Amelle for the past couple of nights. With rehearsals every night, Wembley around the corner as well as the UMA's, this central base has been a nice little haven to crash at as of late. While they don't speak of it, he and Amelle have also been growing much closer over the past while. Their coquettish, cool personalities won't allow themselves to admit as much. As far as they present to one another, it's just sex and good times. The intimate snuggling up to one another in bed each night and morning would suggest otherwise, however. There's definitely a bond and little soft spot for each other forming.

With Amelle out at a salon appointment, Billy makes use of his time to arrange apologetic gestures. While there was no actual fallout and Amelle even backed him up, Billy knows that he didn't present the best version of himself last night. It can't have been the nicest experience for her to be removed from the restaurant alongside him. It's also not the most romantic feeling in the world hearing your date threaten to stab a waiter in the neck. Amelle may not have outwardly expressed her disappointment but Billy's more than aware the night got derailed and wasn't what should've happened.

During the time to himself, Billy ordered two bottles of the most expensive champagne that the hotel carried, setting them in buckets of ice. He has a huge takeout bag from a BETTER Indian place, ready to be dished up and enjoyed properly this time. Completing his apology package are a bouquet of roses and a large, luscious box of chocolates from Fortnum & Mason. In true Billy fashion, he's also thrown his naked body into the mix. He holds the flowers in one hand and strategically places the box of chocolates over his manhood with the other as soon as he hears the key card entering the slot.

"Me and my temper, eh?" he quips with a raise of an eyebrow and a playfully pleading look on his face as Amelle returns from the salon.

When Amelle remarks that Billy knows how to get people talking, he shrugs and lets out a sigh. "It's a blessing and a curse, Amelle. What I wouldn't give to enjoy a Paneer Pakeezah without spectacle. Alas, it doesn't seem like it's meant to be." Billy gives Amelle a coy little smirk, trying his best to make light of last night's events. Noticing Amelle's outstretched arm, Billy laughs softly and casually hands her the chocolates, breezily letting himself hang all out. Despite not being aroused, he is still a very impressive and beautiful sight to behold. There's a good few million people in the world who'd give their left arm to ogle at this setup right now. "And I promise I haven't already raided through the box for all the caramel ones." Billy chuckles, placing a hand on his hip, making no reference to his very naked state.

Billy could well and truly charm the birds from the trees in any situation. He has a natural charisma and alure that allows him to gain the upper hand with great ease. Looking as if he's carved from the Gods is just a bonus. "Yeah, I'm an arsehole but it's part of the branding at this point. I can't go letting my public down now, can I?" Billy smirks and slinks across the room to place the flowers down on the table, allowing Amelle to get a glimpse at his buttocks and heavily tattooed back. He inches towards her and nods in agreement. This is his apology. "Yeah, I am sorry. I probably shouldn't have said one or two things in that restaurant." While he's sure Amelle is a woman of the modern world, Billy's threats and language was pretty colourful. Not exactly things a lady wants to hear at dinner. "I just get very....passionate...when I'm riled up." Billy smirks and rests his forehead against Amelle's for a moment, their noses gingerly gliding together.

Suddenly, Billy begins to lower himself downward. He is now kneeling and holding his wrists together, feigning arrest, while looking up at Amelle with his emotive and pleading hazel eyes. "So, this is me at your mercy. Baring it all."

A small smirk appears at the corner of his mouth as Amelle's stiletto heel presses softly into his chest. He's a well known kinky bugger and enjoys the pain. "I promise I'll make it right. Don't you worry about that. I'm so sorry. I'm such a sorry boy." Billy pets his lip before undoing the straps of her shoes and removing them. He delicately kisses her foot before moving up to her shin as she stands back down on the floor. Billy trails his fingertips up her legs, stroking and caressing as lightly and teasingly as possible, allowing himself to explore no further than her thigh. He looks up at her with that irresistible pleading expression once more. "Am I doing OK?" Despite trying his best to play all coy and submissive, Amelle only has to glance down between his legs to see that Billy's actively stiffening and growing as he speaks. His dick continues to twitch and raise as he strokes her thighs, placing delicate kisses on her flesh.