38
Benjamin is a man who satisfies.
When we flew to Mexico, we sat in separate seats. On the way back home, we’re occupying one seat—Trevor in my lap, our arms wrapped tightly around each other, and our lips inseparable.
We went from business partners going on a trip to lovebird teenagers who hooked up at the school dance.
Or at least that’s what it feels like. Trevor can’t stop smiling and laughing and recounting all the things we did, including our fun, kick-back time at the resort pool earlier today. I left Sunday completely open for us to do whatever we wanted without a thing planned. I also knew today was his actual birthday, so I made sure to have breakfast brought and served to our cabana. Of course it included a stack of chocolate chip glazed pancakes with a candle piercing them like a spear. “My cake was last night!” he protested when he saw the decadent arrangement. I smirked his way and said, “Expect a lot more candles where that came from.”
And I didn’t relent. When he wanted to try some “gourmet hamburgers”, I had the server stick a candle in that, too. Then, completely without my prior setting it up, a mariachi band came up to our table and sang their rendition of “Happy Birthday” to a blushing, lip-biting Trevor.
When it came time to pack, one slippery pair of underwear led to another, and we ended up christening the bed one last time before leaving the room. Yes, it ended stickily. Yes, it involved two condoms, lots of lube, a particular holler of ecstasy that I’m quite sure all four neighboring cabanas could hear, and a sleepy smile of delight from my boy afterwards.
I always want to be the reason for his sleepy smiles of delight. I only ever want to make that boy smile.
“Are we about to land?” Trevor asks, peering out the window to our side.
I rub his thigh, smiling up at him. “Should be pretty soon.”
He glances back at me, his eyes full of life. “I didn’t want this weekend to end. I could stay there forever.”
I put a kiss on him. “Me too.”
“But … only with you,” he amends, his gaze turning serious. “You made it all worthwhile. I can’t imagine having spent this whole weekend with anyone else.”
I give his head a rub. “You made me dance,” I groan.
He laughs at once. “That was one of the best parts! I was even drunk and totally remember that.”
“Drunk? Pfft. You were tipsy at best. Lightly buzzed, maybe.”
“Thank you, Benjamin, for this amazing weekend.”
I smile at him. If only he knew how worthwhile he made this weekend getaway for me. “You think this weekend was all about you and your birthday?” I snort and shake my head. “I just wanted a cute guy by my side to have fun with. And if he’s lucky, he had a little bit of fun, too. Did you have fun?”
“Yep.”
“Success.” We kiss again. Really, we are this sickening right now. Feel free to avert your eyes if this sort of mushiness makes your eyes roll so hard, you have to chase them across the room. “But if I’m being totally honest …”
“Yes,” Trevor encourages me. “Be totally honest.”
I meet his eyes significantly. “You’re far, far more than just a cute guy to me.”
Trevor squints at me. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Alright. Prove it.”
I swat his ass, which is easy to do with him in my lap. He lets out a grunt, then glares at me challengingly. “That all you got?”
Now I grin, egged on. I lift Trevor like he’s a sack of bread, flip him over amidst him laughing and protesting, throw him over my knee, then spank his ass firmly. Through the material of the sexy khaki shorts he’s wearing, his cheeks fill my palm perfectly with each playful-yet-firm swat I give them.
It’s the best damned spanking I’ve ever given. I have so much fun with Trevor, I have half a mind to close the whole damned office for the week and give everyone time off, just to turn this jet right back around and stay in paradise a while longer.
“Learned your lesson yet?” I ask.
He bites his lip and looks back at me, then shakes his head, blushing as red as the strawberries we ate after making love last night on the white sands of Cancún.
“Very well,” I grunt, then begin another round of spanking.
Don’t worry; I’ll kiss his ass all nice and better when we land, and there won’t be a pair of khaki shorts in the way.
After the plane lands, it’s well after ten o’clock. The sun is down and Monday’s return to the office hangs on both our minds. Trevor insists on being dropped off at my place so he can take a cab home, too afraid that Elijah might spot us together. He gives me a deep, fulfilling kiss in the car outside my building as we wait on his cab. When it appears, Trevor trades one car for another and is gone in seconds. My heart longs for him, feeling lonely in an instant after he goes.
Already, I’m so attached to Trevor. It almost scares me, how deeply my feelings have grown in such a short time.
Of course Lance tackles me when I enter my condo. I pay the pet sitter handsomely, including quite a hefty tip, and then it’s just me and my dog … and the cool air of my silent, empty home.
Without Trevor, it’s infinitely heavy. And even with Lance on the foot of my bed an hour later when I lie down to sleep, I still feel the vacuum of having no one to wrap my arms around. It makes me ache, not having Trevor with me.
Until my phone buzzes with a text from him. I smile in the dark, my face lit up with the glowing from the phone screen, then type my reply. So much for getting any sleep tonight.
When the morning comes, however, I wish I had gotten some. There’s yet another text awaiting me on my phone, but this one is not from Trevor.
REBEKAH
Benjamin. You’re all over the news.
I sent you a link. Call me ASAP.
With my stomach sinking through the bed, I flip over to my email and find Rebekah’s at the top, sent seven times in a row. I open it to find an article with an image right at the top—a dark and blurry snapshot of two men cuddled on the beach.
It’s me and Trevor, with a tiny censor box over my ass crack.