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Benjamin values his employees.
I’m so excited to start my weekend with Trevor that I don’t give him a second to breathe when he arrives at my place. We’re in the car at once, and my driver Ian takes us to the airport. The next time Trevor draws a breath, we’re in my private jet miles in the sky, and his eyes are glued to the window, awed by the sight of the shrinking city and the wispy clouds.
“Where are we going?” he asks eagerly.
“Somewhere that’s going to put some sun on those ass cheeks of yours,” I tell him.
He laughs at that and shakes his head in disbelief, appearing totally lightheaded with excitement. “I’ve never done anything like this in my life.”
“First time for everything.” I try not to let my eyes wander down his body, encouraging myself to be a gentleman now and save whatever diabolical instincts I have for later. Even though his pants are so loose that I see a hint of his underwear at his waist whenever he leans into the window. Even though his shirt comes short, barely meeting the waistband of his jeans, and the material hugs his shoulders and arms tightly, the sleeves distractingly taut.
Yeah, I’m such a “gentleman” over here, as I literally devour his body with my eyes.
“This summer turned out to be full of firsts,” Trevor murmurs thoughtfully. “First time to a nightclub. First time drinking. First time getting a legit internship that could totally shape my future. First time flying—twice in the same month. First time doing things totally not appropriate for the office with my—” He stops right there, turning his face sheepishly toward me. I flit my eyes up to his, since I was busy staring at the little peek of underwear he’s giving me. “Well, with my boss,” he finishes in a tiny, cute voice.
“Except I’m not your boss right now.” I rise from my seat and crouch next to his. “I’m just Ben, the guy you met at a club.”
“I’m trying to separate the two,” Trevor assures me. “I really am. It’s just hard. No matter how hard I try, you’re still my boss, too. You’re the Benjamin Gage, the man who makes and breaks the public images of celebrities everywhere.”
“Only makes them,” I return cockily. “Never breaks them.”
He chuckles, smiling down at me. Crouched next to his seat like this, I do realize how close I am—once again—to his crotch and the side of his ass. When his eyes turn serious as he stares into mine, I realize he must be having the same thought.
“I have no shame,” I confess. “I can’t get enough of you.”
He gives me a short nod. “And we’re alone now.”
“We are. And will be. The whole weekend.”
“But where?”
“Wherever I want you,” I growl back, biting the air in front of me playfully like a dog, to which he chuckles again and blushes.
I put an arm over his lap and another around his back, pulling myself against him in a slanted embrace. Then I lift myself up to bring our lips together. He tastes so fucking sweet. Even his breath is like sugar against my face. Will we ever “just” kiss, or is every kiss that Trevor and I share going to cause our hearts to pump and turn our breaths jagged? I feel fifteen years younger when I’m around Trevor, like a horny, excitable, boundless schoolboy who wants to steal his crush away to some hidden place every chance he gets. I want him to be my secret that no one knows of. I want him to be totally mine, and I want to be his special someone, the only man in the world who can truly satisfy him. No one else can compare. No kiss can match our kisses. No touch of finger against skin can compete against the way his touch affects me or my touch affects him. I want him to pour himself into all the holes of loneliness within me that have been there since my own youth—back when I was certain no one existed in the world who would want me as much as I wanted him.
Trevor is every boy I ever craved growing up. Trevor is the one I spent night after night waiting for. And now I have him.
Why am I just now seeing this so plainly?
“Do you feel that?” he asks suddenly.
My heart stumbles, fluttering in my chest. “Feel what?”
“No work. No other interns. No responsibilities or duties or reports or … or phone calls.” Trevor takes a deep, demonstrative breath. “Don’t you feel the freedom to just … be yourself?”
I smile crookedly, my brow furrowing devilishly. “I’m not sure you’re ready for me to ‘be myself’. I’m pretty sure it’ll result in me wolfing you down, whole.”
Trevor shrugs. “I fail to hear the problem.”
His response makes me let out a growl against his body I can’t contain. My cock came to life minutes ago, but now it’s throbbing impatiently. “You’re waking a deadly beast that can’t be put back to sleep, not anymore.”
“After all the sexual frustration you put me through this past week and a half,” Trevor shoots back, “that’s the least I can do.”
“Goes both ways, you sexy slab of meat, you.”
I swat Trevor’s thigh, then let go of him to step back into my seat. I’m going to have to practice some serious discipline until we are on the ground.
After all, I’m fairly certain that when we arrive, his eyes are going to go into wonderland all over again.
“Where are we?” asks Trevor, his nose pressed to the window as he tries to ascertain where we’re descending. “Mexico??”
“The sandy white beaches of Cancún,” I confirm.
Trevor’s eyes are drunk with astonishment as he stares out the window. I feel like I’m experiencing Cancún for the first time all over again through his excitement, which is infectious.
After the plane lands and we go through customs, a sleek black car sent by my contact awaits us outside with a kind and handsome driver in a full suit—even in this scorching heat. In the back seat, I watch Trevor’s wide eyes swallowing in the sights as we’re driven across the city to the resort.
“I have a client who is … more or less off the books,” I explain to Trevor on the way. “His son got caught up in a sticky situation involving a politician’s daughter. I swooped in, cleaned it all up, and now he’s in my eternal debt. He co-owns a resort down here in Cancún where a suite awaits me anytime I want.”
“A resort? We’re going to a freaking resort?”
“Right on the water, too. Back balcony has steps you can walk down onto a private beach. Whitest sands you’ve ever seen.”
Trevor stares at his backpack across from him. “I … Y-You told me not to pack anything. I would’ve brought a swimsuit, or beach clothes, or towels, or—”
“I’ll provide everything.”
He shakes his head in disbelief. “Cancún. A private beach on a resort … in freaking Cancún!” He slaps a hand to his forehead. “If my parents knew, or my roommate, or anyone … God, they would be so jealous. I almost want them to know,” he adds with a chuckle.
He spends the next thirty minutes gasping and gawking at every hotel we pass, thinking each one is grander than the last, but all of them pale in comparison to our true destination, the one we will be staying at for the next two nights. Trevor’s response to everything seems to reach an all new, unheard-of level of shock when we pull down the road leading to the front entrance. I beam, loving the excitement that Trevor is arrested by. It floods me with an excitement of my own. Four times I’ve come here to relax my mind and get away from the stresses of my job. Four times I’ve come here all alone. Four times I’ve stared at happy couples across the water, within the restaurants, and along the beaches.
This is the first time I have someone of my own.
The moment the driver lets us out, two bellhops descend on the car to help with the luggage. “Welcome back, Señor Gage,” they each say as they load my bags (and Trevor’s backpack) onto a tall, gold-rimmed cart. “Your things will be waiting for you at your suite.” I thank them and hand each one a hefty tip, including the driver who brought us here. After they’re off, I walk with Trevor down the path lined with exotic trees toward the front entrance and catch him eyeing me with a smirk.
“What?” I ask innocently.
His eyes narrow. “You told me to bring nothing.”
“And I meant it. I packed for you,” I remind him with a cocky grin. “You’re my boy toy this weekend, so your sexy ass will wear what I want you to wear.”
Trevor blushes at once, looks as if he has a clever comeback, but says nothing.
I chuckle. “Don’t for a second think this weekend is about you and your birthday. This is about me dressing you up, dressing you down, wearing you on my sleeve like a trophy wife, and having my dirty way with you.”
“At least you’re honest,” teases Trevor, despite his face still burning a furious red.
I smirk assuredly, then give him a nod. “What did you bring in that little backpack of yours, anyway?”
“Laptop, charger, passport, and my work clothes I changed out of. Ben, this place … this whole experience …” He shrugs. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to repay you. This is too much.”
“It is too much. And it’s about to be more. Wait ‘til you see the room,” I add with a teasing lift of my eyebrows.
Trevor chuckles, shakes his head, then follows me as I lead the way inside. The front desk welcomes us, which is a spectacle in itself, the desk so extravagant that its back opens to a grand hall with columns that seem to touch the sky. The rim of the room is filled with plush seating areas, boutiques, kiosks, and stairs leading up to a second and third floor with other amenities. In the center of the hall is a great fountain that extends through a large opening in the back of the room, which drops off into a waterfall to the resort pool beyond. Large decorative stones with palm trees adorn the lobby, their height as staggering as the columns.
“Welcome back, Señor Gage,” the lady at the front greets us. “Your suite awaits you.”
Knowing the way, I lead Trevor through the great, expansive lobby and out a wide archway that opens to the outside where two large pools glisten in the evening sunlight. The pools have swim-up bars with submerged stools for perching, dramatic slides and tubes, several stone canopies over which water softly pours, and shallow areas where the bottom of the pool slopes up to meet the cobblestone walkway, painted to look like the shore of a beach.
Down from the pool, wooden elevated walkways run along a bank of colorful grass and trees, which gently shade the way. One of the paths leads up to a large cabana hugged by local flora that bursts with color.
That luxurious cabana is where we’re staying.
“Oh my God,” breathes Trevor when we step inside, his eyes swallowing in the lavish space, which looks twice as big inside as it does on the outside.
I close the door behind us and follow Trevor farther inside. He wanders around the place in slow, mesmerized circles. He walks through the long kitchen which opens to a living room. The whole place is lined with enormous windows that overlook the private beach, letting in all the warm evening sun and painting the room gold. Just outside, there’s a table and two chairs on the balcony with a handful of steps leading down to the sand, which stretches out into the blue Caribbean Sea.
While Trevor is busy being awestruck by the place, I slip into the bedroom and find my luggage awaiting me. Unzipping my suitcase, I pull out an outfit and lay it out on the enormous, lush bed, then smile appreciatively down at it. He’s going to look sexy as fuck in this getup. What a cruel thing, to make Trevor dress up in clothes that I’ll want to tear right the fuck off of him.
When I return, I find Trevor at the back window staring out at the sea, his eyes glistening with the light of the sunset.
I come right up behind him, joining him. “Quite a sight, huh?” I murmur into his ear, my chin almost resting on his shoulder with my hands slipped around his waist, squeezing.
“We’re going to be here? In this place … with this view … for the whole weekend?”
“Yep. We fly back late Sunday afternoon.”
Trevor laughs suddenly, like he’s tickled and hysterical. “I feel like I’m never going to want to leave, Ben. This is insane. I have never … ever … ever …” He can’t even finish his sentence.
I smile against the side of his face. “You hungry?”
“Y-Yeah, actually.”
“Unlike me, you’ve had a long day at work,” I point out. “How about you go to the bedroom and freshen up? Then we can go get ourselves something to eat.”
He turns slightly to face me. “I, uh …”
“The bathroom’s got everything you need,” I tell him. “You could even take a shower. I already did before we left.”
“It was pretty muggy back home …”
“And there’s clothes on the bed for you to wear.”
Trevor smirks. “You’re seriously going to dress me this whole weekend like I’m your pretty plaything? Do you even know how objectifying that is?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it.” I give his ass a swat and a firm squeeze, causing him to jump, blush, and glare back at me. “Our reservation is in an hour. Go get pretty, birthday boy.”