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“I ate out on the terrace in just my trunks, and I got sweaty,” he said.
“So, you’ll have a refreshing shower later, in other words,” I replied. “I’m having the maid service pick up a few of my suits for dry-cleaning today. You should have some items you need washed too, yes?”
“Yes, sir.” He tossed his gray suit pants, socks, and a light blue shirt on the bed. “Are those okay?”
“Definitely. Just make sure you wear your suit jacket too.” I leaned forward and grazed my nose along his abs. Mmm. He smelled amazing. He must’ve showered already too. Pushing away the sheets pooling around my middle, I stood up and wasn’t too surprised when Peyton cursed.
“Do you always sleep naked?”
“Yes. You should try it.” I hooked two fingers into the waistband of his trunks. How disappointing. He wore briefs under them. “Take these off.” Next, I moved to stand behind him when he bent over. I grabbed him by his hips, hard, and pressed my cock against his ass.
That got me a lovely reaction. He gasped and almost fell forward.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
“I’ll say.” I released him slowly and kneaded his perfect ass cheeks. Today was the day I was going to see him without underwear, I decided. “You’re making your boss hard, Peyton.”
“I’m sorry?” he squeaked. Fucking squeaked. How I wanted to take advantage of his embarrassment. It was so goddamn sexy.
As he straightened up, pants in his hands, he stood there and didn’t know what to do. The trembling was back, and I soaked it up. He’d sunk back into that vulnerable state that drove me fucking wild.
“Put on your pants, my pretty doll,” I murmured in his ear. “Daddy’s going to play with you so much during this trip.”
He made a low hnngh sound, as if he was swallowing a moan.
A plan formed in my head while I traced a finger in the crease between his ass cheeks. The briefs wouldn’t be in the way next time I touched him there. But first, I was going to offer a false sense of security. As per our agreement, I was to apply sunscreen to him while we were in the Caribbean, and it would be so fun to give him a rug to stand on before I ripped it away. For example, by using the sunscreen spray I used for myself. A couple times, perhaps. I’d barely touch him.
How would that compare to what he anticipated? He’d seen me pack the sunscreen lotion at home already. He knew it was coming.
He just didn’t know when.
“Fuck,” I muttered and peered down. “Now you made me all hard.”
Peyton failed to be discreet. He looked behind him quickly while he zipped up his pants.
“You can get dressed while I shower instead. Drop your pants again.” I went over to my closet and grabbed my second toiletry kit. “Come with me to the bathroom for a minute.”
That seemed to spike his nerves, and he followed me with anxiousness rolling off his shoulders. “Wh-what’re you gonna do to me?”
I hid my smirk. Truth be told, with the number of fantasies I’d buried over the years, combined with how new to this Peyton was, it didn’t take more than a fraction of a second to pick something that would push him out of his comfort zone, as he’d called it himself. And it was exactly where I wanted him.
“I’m not going to do anything to you.” I sent him a frown of confusion, as if I found his question odd. “I just thought you could help me shave.”
“O-oh,” he stuttered.
Once in the bathroom, I set my toiletry kit next to my other one. “I told you to take off your pants again,” I reminded.
“Fuck. Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
I made sure to lock the door before I walked back to the counter again. Over the sink, I washed my face and took out my razor and shaving gel. By then, Peyton was standing there in just his briefs. They were white today. I preferred gray, only because they stained easier.
“Hop up here.” I patted the counter next to the sink. “I trust you know how to shave.”
“Yes, sir, but I’ve never done it to someone else,” he replied hesitantly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s sweet, little one,” I murmured and touched his cheek, “but I’m not worried.”
Considering what I was about to do, it would be weird if I didn’t get nicked once or twice.
I watched him get into position and soak a hand