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I supposed I could force myself to look away, but I’d probably come closer to winning the lottery than making myself look at anything except those perfectly shaped globes. How many fucking squats did a man have to do to make his ass so…bubbly? I wanted to bury my face in his crease and suck his pucker until he screamed my name loud enough for the entire boat to hear. I wanted to use my tongue, hands, and dick to make him somehow forget the last three years, to make him forget how incredibly angry he was at me, even if I still stood firmly with the fact that I’d done the right thing. Yes, it had nearly killed me, but it had still been the right thing to do. If today was any indication, there would have been no way I could have kept my cock from finding a way into his ass, even if he was too young.
So, I’d left. Now, I was back, and it was like nothing had changed. My heart loved him just as much as it had when we’d first met and formed an unbreakable bond. I wasn’t sure he felt the same magnetic pull I did, but I was determined to find out. He’d loved me once; I wanted him to love me again.
There was a problem, though. With all of Ari’s sassiness, bravado, and sexy underwear and outerwear, he still possessed that same innocence as before. How was that even possible? Someone as sexy and gorgeous as Arizona had to have had countless lovers while I’d been MIA, but one would never know it by how he acted. Even today, wearing the sexiest damn swimsuit I’d ever laid eyes on in my entire life, he seemed uncomfortable in his own skin. Fidgety—like we were back in college where he struggled to try and fit in.
The thing was, I wasn’t a man who gave up easily. I wanted Ari and was determined to prove to him that leaving him behind was the hardest damn thing I’d done in my life. I was, however, going to have to take a mid-morning break before implementing my game strategy. My cock, hard since morning and even harder since I’d spent the last hour staring at his peek-a-boo lace ass cheeks, demanded some attention. In a perfect world, I’d feel comfortable enough to leave Ari behind, allow him to continue sun bathing and cat-napping. I felt confident there wasn’t a threat on the boat, but it still wasn’t a chance I was willing to take—not when Ari’s safety was involved. He’d just have to go to the room with me, maybe eat a snack on the balcony as he soaked up the view…while I jacked off in the bathroom.
Yeah, perfect plan.
I picked up my phone and texted a room service order to be delivered to our room. A simple fruit and cheese platter should keep him distracted to give me the few minutes that my demanding body required. As a last thought, I added some chocolate covered strawberries because I knew he was a chocolate fiend, and then promised a hefty tip if they could have it there in the next thirty minutes. Surely I could survive another thirty minutes?
If dicks could talk, mine just cussed me out.
“This feels delicious,” Ari mumbled, his words muffled by the ocean breeze and by the fact that his face was virtually buried in the beach towel. When he sat up on his elbows to look back at me, the globes of his ass flexed…as did my cock.
Yeah, I’d endured about all this torture that I could handle for the morning portion of the day. I had a feeling there would be several more trips to our cabin to release my, uh, frustrations, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep plying him with food as a distraction, but hopefully I’d come up with something. After checking my watch to make certain enough time had passed for the platter to be delivered to the room, I said, “I need to go to the room for a few minutes, angel.”
He frowned, looked around the deck, and answered, “Okay, then. I guess. I’ll just lie in the sun. You won’t be long, will you?”
Sweetest. Words. Ever.
“You know I can’t leave you out here by yourself. What kind of bodyguard would I be if I did that, huh? I ordered you a platter of snacks to keep you occupied while I take care of some business. Please don’t argue with me, angel. I really need to do this.”
He pouted—something he’d obviously perfected over the years I’d been away. Don’t get me wrong, he’d been a master at it before, but he’d clearly taken it to an entirely different level now. “We aren’t supposed to be working on this cruise, Eli. It’s my vacation. I’m not interested in going to the room while you catch up on work, even if you did order me a platter of goodies to stand in as babysitter while you work.”
