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heartbeat, and I had to laugh at his sweet embarrassment.

It was a single sentence.

I, Peyton Dylan Scott, hereby submit to shower with my owner, Edward Francis Delamare, every morning so he can prepare my ass for his cock.

I extended a pen to him.

He didn’t pretend to hesitate, nor did he ask any questions. He grabbed the pen and gave me his signature, all while blushing furiously.

What a time to be alive, indeed.

Ten

We were going to need boundaries.

Having a sex life again—with my assistant, no less—was affecting my work.

In the following week, Peyton and I took advantage of every moment of privacy we were granted. His shyness for everything we’d already tried had vanished, and he had no problem whispering his needs in my ear. Like on our last day in Jamaica when he begged to “kiss Daddy down there again.” Or the day after we’d arrived in the Cayman Islands and we had our hotel suite to ourselves for a morning that quickly morphed into afternoon. We ordered room service and sixty-nined each other into oblivion.

A couple days after that, I bent him over the table in the private space in the back of the plane—on our way to Turks and Caicos—and tongue-fucked his ass while he masturbated and came on the carpet.

I had him clean it up on all fours before he sucked me off.

Returning to reality was going to feel like a cold shower, but first, we had one more week in the Bahamas.

Peyton and I arrived at our Westwater resort outside of Freeport in the early afternoon. Mathis was escorting Cathryn and Julia in town, because they’d wanted to stay back and shop for a while.

By now, Peyton had learned that all our resorts looked much the same. Low buildings and bungalows that could withstand hurricanes better, seclusion, golf courses, spas, and so on. The interior design was similar in each location too, with a few exceptions. The bungalows here outside of Freeport were painted in bright colors instead of our standard white, and I had let Julia decide our color. Purple. Because the pink bungalows had been too far away from the pool area.

“Our first meeting was at four, correct?” I double-checked and eyed my watch.

“Yes, sir, and I received the survey from headquarters when we landed,” he said. “I’ll make copies at the office in the main building before dinner. Then the staff will have two days to hand them in at the lobby.”

“Good.” I nodded and carried my luggage into the main suite. It was a family-sized bungalow this time, so Julia and I would share my bedroom; Cathryn got her own, Peyton would sleep on the sofa bed in the living room, and Mathis had a room reserved in the main building. “Can you grab Julia’s case, please?”

“Yes, sir.” He followed me into the bedroom.

“I’m going to ask Cathryn to suggest a movie marathon for Julia tonight,” I mentioned. “If she falls asleep in Cathryn’s room, I want to spend the night with you.”

So far, we hadn’t gotten the chance, and I longed for it.

“Okay.” Peyton smiled to himself as he stowed away Julia’s booster seat.

I blew out a breath and shrugged out of my suit jacket. It was hot; the AC had been thrumming along on the lowest setting until we’d entered. A shower was in order. It would be good to feel refreshed before the meeting in two hours.

“Do you want me to bring your toiletries to the bathroom, sir?”

“Please do. Both of them, and then you can stay in there. We’re taking a shower.”

He wasted no time, though he hollered from the bathroom that we’d both shaved yesterday—in case I had forgotten. But I had something else in the second toiletry kit that he hadn’t seen yet. It wasn’t only my shaving essentials.

“I’m aware, little one.” I stifled a yawn and removed my tie, then the rest of my clothes. I had a headache that I hoped a quick orgasm would take care of. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be a very pleasurable experience for my boy, but he’d thank me later.

As I entered the bathroom, my mouth twisted up at the sight of Peyton. He’d already shed his clothes, and he gave me an innocent look.

“What?” He stepped closer and grabbed my hand. “I wanna lick you. Come on.”

I chuckled softly and cupped his cheek. “Have I told you how adorable you are lately? I don’t think there will be time for that, but if you’re a good boy, I might