Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
She gigglesnorted and batted away his hand.
Peyton’s hand on my back stayed, though.
Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
All of us had breakfast together on the terrace of our bungalow the following morning, including Mathis, who was tagging along with the girls on an excursion today. Most of our island resorts in the Caribbean provided luxury for scuba divers, golfers, spa-goers, and wealthy sport fishing enthusiasts, so our properties were off the beaten path and about a twenty-minute drive to the nearest town or village. And today, Cathryn wanted to go shopping.
I felt better knowing Mathis would be there as security.
Peyton was under the impression that we had a work commitment before our brief vacation could resume, so he wished Julia a great time and expressed that he was a little jealous he couldn’t come with.
He’d be more than a little jealous in a while, but it would pass—if he agreed to my next request.
“Okay, so where are we off to?” he asked. “I’m supposed to let you know where you gotta be, not the other way around.”
“As my assistant, certainly. But today you’re just my pretty property.” I finished my coffee and stood up. “Let’s get some sunscreen on you, and then we’ll head out.”
“All right,” he responded, confused, and followed me inside.
Toward the bathroom.
I’d already changed into cargo shorts and a tee, so I was ready to go. Hell, I’d been ready since one of the hotel staff had delivered the golf cart out front earlier. At nine, I’d received confirmation that everything was ready on the private beach.
It belonged to the resort and was only a five-minute ride away from here.
“Isn’t it smarter to use the spray outside?” he asked.
Probably, but I wasn’t using the spray this time.
“I think it’s wise that you don’t question my decisions, pet. Arms out and close your eyes.”
He sighed and positioned himself in front of the mirror.
I smiled, grabbing the lotion from one of my kits. It pleased me to see him so relaxed. He thought he was safe and protected here.
He put his trunks on first thing in the morning, and he wore them without a shirt until work called. But today, he’d wear nothing, so I had to make sure he wouldn’t get sunburned anywhere.
Even where the sun didn’t shine, I mused to myself.
After pouring a generous amount into my hand, I coated my fingers and eased them out over Peyton’s shoulders. He jumped at the contact, and his eyes flashed open. They met mine in the mirror.
“Don’t disobey me, Peyton.”
He exhaled and screwed them shut again.
I took my time, always loving having my hands on him. I traced the ridges of his muscles. I rubbed his flesh. I wondered…about his experience with men in the past. I didn’t believe he was completely inexperienced, though I suspected dominance and submission was new. Perhaps he’d read about it—or watched porn with it.
Pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, I reached around him and massaged the lotion into his chest. “Have you had boyfriends before, little one?”
He twitched slightly. “Sort of. More like I’ve dated men casually. A little.”
A little.
“Girlfriends?” I guessed.
“Yes, sir.” That was a more assertive response. Then he hesitated a bit before adding, “I’m more drawn to men, but it’s been difficult. I haven’t really felt…compatible.”
I applied more lotion. “Explain.”
He lowered his arms slowly, waiting for me to protest, but it was all right. “I like what you’re doing,” he confessed. “I love to please you.”
I hummed and pressed my lips to his neck again. “You’ve been a good boy to me.”
He shuddered as I rubbed my hands over his abs. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered. Pleasure coursed through me to hear that, more than I could’ve expected. “I never know what you’re going to do. You’re shameless, confident, so goddamn masculine. You own the world.”
Heavens, where was this coming from?
“I can follow you,” he went on quietly. I wondered if it was easier for him to communicate when his eyes were closed. It appeared that way. “I don’t have to top.”
Hmm. “Have you been a top with previous lovers?”
He nodded. “I like it, but…mentally, it’s… I don’t know how to explain.”
I could guess, though, and I almost wished I would be wrong. Because he couldn’t be that perfect. Christ, I’d lose my heart to him if he turned out to be the missing puzzle piece I’d longed for even when I was surrounded by kinksters.
“Separate the mind from the body, dear.” I dipped a lotion-coated hand into his trunks and cupped his cock.
He gasped. “Oh my God.”
I groped him like I wanted to, tugging on his cock and balls until he was pressing himself against me.
“Focus, little boy,” I chided. “Mentally, you’re submissive, but you have physical urges as both a top and a bottom—is that what you’re saying?”