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Trevor wonders if he really just said that.
Yes. Yes, I just said that.
If it weren’t for the intense stare Benjamin is giving me, I may not have let the words slip out at all. My words just crashed into him like a runaway train. The question is whether or not he’s aboard and willing to ride it to the land of interns who have no idea what the hell kind of deep waters they’re leaping into.
That’s me, by the way: a clueless intern leaping into the deep.
But at least I would be leaping into the deep with him, the beautiful man with the eyes that kill me.
And I meant those words, even if my insides are shaking with terror as I await his response. I figure we’re laying it all out on the table. I have nothing to lose but my dignity, and really, with my indistinct body all over the internet, it’s difficult to discern whether I still have any.
Oh, why not. I’ve freaked him out this much. Let’s go all in.
“I’ve fallen for you,” I amend.
“Trevor …” he warns me.
I reach around his waist, pulling our hips tighter against one another. I feel his hardness, desperate to know it intimately all over again. “I’d give anything to be back on that beach.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t care if a hundred guys take a hundred pics of my ass.”
“It was my ass, actually.”
“I came here for the experience. I stayed here for my career. I never thought I would end up with something worth more than all of that combined.”
Ben growls, his eyes trailing down my body as we hold each other. Our cocks are having their own separate conversation, by the way. His flexes, then mine. Mine flexes, then his. Both grow harder with every passing second.
“Trevor, we need to finish up here,” he tells me, trying on his usual dominant tone as he struggles for control, “and then we can talk at my condo afterwards about everything.”
“Your pop star won’t be here for another three hours. We have … numbers to go over.” I reach around and grab a big handful of his butt, earning a growl from him. “Like the number of times I caught myself staring at your stunning, muscled ass this weekend, desperate to bury my face in it.”
“Trevor. Stop.”
The deep, gravelly sound of his words tell me to do anything but stop. I move my lips to his ear, taking the lobe between my teeth. He moans as I bite down. When I let go, I whisper in his ear, “The number of places I want to kiss you … bite you …”
“I’m warning you …”
I’m in front of his face, eyeing him with deadly, hungry intent. “And the number of ways you drive … me … fucking … crazy.”
Then, it’s over for the both of us.
Our lips crash together. Our hands fumble with each other’s clothes. Buttons pop off. Cuffs are loosened. Ties are thrown. Pants come undone.
And then I’m shoving Ben at the desk, bending him over it.
Benjamin’s sexy slacks pull down with ease, like his thick legs are all greased up and slippery for me. I kneel down behind him—my back to the blinds, to the office, to all the bullshit I want to put out of our heads—and I stare at the magnificent hunk of meat that is Ben’s gorgeous globes.
I have wanted to bury my face in this piece of ass paradise so badly the same way he’s done to me—twice.
And now I finally get my chance.
He moans when I grip his butt cheeks, filling each of my hands with his firm flesh. I can’t help but kneel here and simply admire the joy that is Benjamin’s ass. I realize in this moment that I’ve never gotten a chance to worship it so up-close.
Really, how many damned squats does a man have to do to achieve a work of art like this?
At long last, I bring my face into his warm, perfect butt. I’m completely buried in it in seconds, engulfed in Benjamin on all sides. Just the sensation of having my face surrounded by him completely is overwhelmingly erotic. I can’t possibly quantify the amount of arousal I’m experiencing.
“Trevor …” I hear from above.
I groan, twisting my face and opening my mouth, desperate to get even deeper between his cheeks. I have never, ever wanted my face submerged in something so badly—not even my grandma’s lemon Bundt cake. I’ve never felt more thrill from such a simple act as this—not even from the very first time I was tall enough to ride the roller coaster with the loop.
Benjamin is my loop, and he’s got my head spinning in ecstasy between his magnificent cheeks.
“Trevor … it’s brighter in here …”
His words don’t even make sense to me. All I see, all I know, all I love and adore is Ben’s beefy butt, which has eclipsed all the light in my world. Who needs light when you have ass to the left, ass to the right, ass on my mind, ass everywhere?
“TREVOR! THE BLINDS!”
I pull away from heaven, my sight restored, and turn around to face the floor-to-ceiling office windows, confused.
I’m not confused for long.
The blinds are wide open. Through the glass, the entire office is watching.
Every single employee.
Every single intern.
And a cocky-looking teen I’ve seen on TV—Hawk, the Jersey boy himself—whose face is frozen in a permanent laugh.
And Rebekah with a turned-over cup at her feet, evidence of the coffee she just let go in shock.
And Elijah, my dear sweet friend, whose eyes have widened so much, the whites of them flash, and whose jaw hangs so low he could fit his fist inside.
And Brady, standing proudly right in the front, the only one whose expression does not reflect surprise, but rather knowing smugness, a look of dark triumph in his pretty, glittery eyes as he aims his phone our way, capturing it all.
And then there’s me, still proudly gripping the ass cheeks of my boss and taking the term “brownnosing” to an all new low.