Marc chuckled, his arm draping comfortably around my shoulders. “Your family’s not so bad, Ken. I think they just needed to see you happy.”
I leaned into him, letting his warmth seep into me. “I am happy. Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”
We sat together quietly for a while, sipping our wine and watching the stars come out. I thought about the conversation I’d had with Caroline, about Marc’s business plans and our future together.
“Hey,” I said softly, turning to face him. “I was thinking… we should sit down sometime this week and review that business plan for your landscaping company, yeah? Caroline gave me some great advice about small business loans, and I think we could make this happen.”
Marc’s eyes widened, surprise blending with a spark of excitement. “You talked to Caroline about that? Ken, you didn’t need to—”
I cut him off with a gentle kiss. “I wanted to. I believe in you, Marc. In us. I want to help make your dreams come true, just like you’ve helped me.”
He pulled me closer, resting his forehead against mine. “I love you, Ken. So much.”
I melted into Marc’s embrace, our lips meeting in a tender kiss that tasted of wine and promise.
Then Marc pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I have a surprise for you.”
Intrigued, I watched as he reached over to the patio table and picked up a tablet I hadn’t noticed before. He placed it in my hands, his fingers lingering on mine for a moment.
“Hold this,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ll be right back.”
Marc vanished into the house, and I was left alone on the porch swing with the mysterious tablet. Turning it over in my hands, I wasn’t sure if there was something that I was supposed to do, other than just hold this.
Just what was he planning?
A few moments later, the screen flickered to life. My breath caught in my throat as I realized I was looking at Marc’s bathroom.
When Marc appeared on the screen, his warm, inviting gaze, my focus tunneled to the small display, everything else fading away. He stared directly into the camera, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing tantalizing glimpses of his toned chest.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Marc started to move, his body swaying to a soft rhythm. It was a private show, just for me—a throwback to his days as Magic Marco, but so much more intimate and meaningful.
As Marc’s hands trailed down his abs, reaching for his belt buckle, my pulse quickened, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Eyes widened, I watched as he undressed, muscles rippling beneath tanned skin as he took off one garment at a time until he stood naked, like a statue, his semi-hard cock bobbing in front of him.
He turned on the water, steam filling the room, and began to move, began to touch himself, dancing for me to a rhythm that took my breath away and made my pants uncomfortably tight.
Oh yes. This man was perfect—and he was mine.
Chapter Twenty
Marc
Istepped into the bathroom, gripping the camera, more nervous than I thought I would be when I’d hatched this idea. The cool tiles beneath my feet sent a shiver up my spine. As I positioned the tripod, my hands hesitated, haunted by the memories of past shows. Each of those performances had made me question if I was more a commodity than a man deserving of love.
But tonight was different. Tonight, I wasn’t Magic Marco; I was Marc Mendez, performing for the man who saw beyond the mask. I thought of Ken and the way he made me feel seen, not just watched.
Ken changed everything.
I closed my eyes, remembering the warmth in his gaze, the tenderness of his touch. Yet—the flicker of desire in his eyes showed he still yearned for the fantasy, too.
Who was I to deny him?
Taking a deep breath, I turned the camera on, the red light blinking to life. Nothing was being recorded, but it still felt real, my body on display—but this time, for a special audience of one.
My biggest fan.
Magic Marco had brought us together, and for that, I’d be forever grateful.
Soft music from my phone filled the air, and I began to move, my hips swaying in time with the rhythm. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my shirt, revealing the planes of my chest and abs. The fabric hit the floor with a whisper, joining the growing pile at my feet, until I was completely naked.
