“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.”