And as my eyes scanned his body, I drank him in for the first time.
His chiseled abs were something to be admired, but the lean musculature of his legs and arms lent a softer aspect to the brooding eyes he had that raked up and down my body. His engorged cock made me lick my lips, but his tousled hair made me want to grip it and shove him to his knees. His sun-kissed skin looked beautiful against the pale-blue walls of my master bathroom, and the steam that wrapped around his body somehow accented the etched lines and bulging veins of his muscles.
“Wow,” I whispered.
Trey cleared his throat. “You’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”
I blushed at his words. “You flatter me.”
He walked over and cupped my cheek. “I speak nothing but the truth every single day. So, I mean it when I say that you’re more beautiful naked and in the light than I could have ever imagined on my own.”
I grinned. “Got a little practice imagining me up there?”
He winked. “I’ve had my fair share of naughty thoughts.”
“Mmmm, why don’t you tell me about some of them?”
He led me toward the shower before we both slipped inside. “Why don’t I show you instead?”
As water rushed over my skin, I felt his warm, wet lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along my shoulders. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me tightly against him as his thickening dick seated itself in the small groove of my lower back. I bucked my ass against him, hearing Trey strain and groan as he nibbled on my earlobe. And as my nipples puckered, drenched in the rainfall of water battering us both, I felt my heart skip a beat with every kiss he gave me.
I loved this man without a shadow of a doubt, and I prayed what he was telling me was genuine. Because right now, it felt like a fairytale. Like something straight out of a movie I sometimes watched during the Christmas season.
And we all know those never happen in real life.
21
Trey
Ipropped the phone against my shoulder as I started typing away on my laptop. Yet again, Mrs. Voyich was in my ear about the plans to expand my yacht rental business into another port along the Florida coast. After signing the paperwork with her stating that she’d be the head overseer of not only the project but that facet of the business, I heard from her more times during the day than I wanted to hear from her all fucking year. But, she was on top of things, and I had to admire that.
“I know that we decided to do the same number and types of yachts for this installation that we have at the original one, but I was looking at the numbers—”
I blinked. “Sorry, where did you get those numbers?”
“Oh! Your wonderful secretary helped me obtain them. I told her that if we could double up on the yachts that bring us the most profit, we stand to turn a bigger and better dime with this outlet. That seemed to convince her to show me the numbers from the past three years.”
I nodded slowly. “Uh-huh. And what did you find?”
I heard papers flipping about on her end of the line. “So, you were right in the fact that the smaller yachts are being rented out more regularly than others, but you failed to mention that the behemoth yacht you reserve for your upper-echelon clientele is booked just about every week of the year.”
“Yes, because there’s currently only one.”
“I propose that we do away with one of the smaller yachts, two of the mid-size, and throw that money into obtaining two more of those massive ones. Can you think of what you’d rake in if you had three massive yachts instead of one fully booked out through the year? We could purchase those and tap into the wait-list of people you already have going!”
“Those come with more upkeep, though, Mrs. Voyich. I’d have to hire two more full-time cleaning staffs and a handful of other standby employees to make sure we could juggle two more of those massive boats.”
“You leave that to me. It’s my job, after all, right? Just take a look at the numbers I emailed you and get back to me. I spelled out the math as plainly as I could.”
I clicked around until I found my email inbox. “Got it. I’ll get back to you before the end of the day.”
“Can you make it before lunch? I’m kind of on a tight—”
I cleared my throat. “End of the day, Mrs. Voyich.”
She sighed. “Yes, yes. Of course. Okay. I’ll be waiting!”
And I didn’t even get the phone call hung up before a knock came at my door. Only this time, it was someone I wanted to speak with.
