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“Oh god.” My eyes start to roll into the back of my head as tingles explode over my skin.

“Tell me!” he roars.

“Fucking good boy.” The words tumble from my lips as I’m taken over by the intense release. It steals my breath and thinking ability. Every muscle in my body is tight enough to snap as hot jizz coats my stomach once again. Asher pounds into me unyieldingly, growling as he finds his own release and fills my sloppy hole with cum.

Both of us are sweaty, weak, and covered in cum when he drops onto me. He’s heavy, but I love the pressure of him on me. Dropping my head back, I pass out on the deck.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

Asher

Over the next five days, we fall into an easy routine. Morning sex, I work out, shower, breakfast, find something to do and have lunch, fuck in a new place, then dinner and more sex. It’s paradise. I don’t know how, but I can’t let this end when we leave the island. I need him.

Tonight, we’re going to a bonfire the resort is having on the beach. We haven’t interacted with others much while we’ve been here, mostly just kept to ourselves, away from anyone who might see us together. I have a lot on the line if the media finds out I’m with a man. Am I really willing to sacrifice my career? The longer I’m here, the more it’s a possibility, the more I wonder. I love Eli with every fiber of my being, nothing will ever change that, but I’m scared.

Eli comes out of the bathroom scrunching his blond curls, looking sexy as fuck in a velvet purple skirt that swishes as he moves and a baby pink, silk sleeveless tank that molds to his tight body perfectly.

“Is that my mom’s necklace?” Around his neck hanging to just below his collarbone is a soft pink pearl necklace.

Eli smiles shyly at me, running his fingers over the beads with nervous energy humming around him.

“Are you sure about this?” His free hand picks at the edge of the skirt as he shifts on his feet.

“Baby, you look fucking amazing.” My open white, short-sleeved, button-down shirt swirls around me as I walk toward him. His eyes are huge as he looks up at me, chewing on the inside of his lip. “If anyone so much as looks at you funny, I’ll rearrange their face.”

I lift the necklace from his skin and run the beads between my fingers before letting it fall back in place.

“It’s beautiful on you,” I murmur in the quiet of our room. It’s not until this moment that I realize his color is better, the dark circles under his eyes are gone, there’s a lightness in his eyes again, and a tan on his skin. He looks healthy, happy. Sliding my hands behind his neck, I pull his lips up to mine for a soft, lingering kiss.

Eli holds on to my wrists as he relaxes into my kiss.

“You look amazing,” I tell him with my lips still pressed to his. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself with you dressed like this?”

He lifts his mouth in a devious little grin and widens his eyes in mock innocence.

“I guess you’ll just have to try harder.” Taking a step back, he grabs his camera, and we head out toward the beach. The sun is sinking, but it’s still light enough to see everything clearly. There’s a big bonfire on the beach with some pop-up stands, looks like food and drinks, along one side. There are chairs and tables, benches around the fire, and lots of space for blankets and towels.

Music starts playing from speakers that are set around the outside of the designated area, giving it a real beach party vibe.

“Let’s get drinks.” I nudge Eli, and he nods, watching everyone around us. It’s not very often that he leaves the safety of his house dressed like this, too scared of being attacked by a homophobe, but I won’t let that happen.

“Do you want to sit, and I’ll get you a drink?”

Eli shakes his head, still watching those around us. From what I’ve seen, no one has even looked in our direction.

“Eli.”

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look at me, just pops his knuckles with his head on a swivel.

“Elliot.” This time his head snaps to me, eyes wide.

“What?”

“You’re safe. Take a deep breath and relax. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I shove my hands in my pockets so I don’t touch him. The crowd is growing here. Soon we’ll be able to disappear into it, but it’s not there yet. I hate that we have to be careful, that people are such judgmental assholes, but that’s the reality of our world. People talk. The elite world is small, drama and rumors spread like wildfire, even with the NDAs we all signed. People talk quietly in the dark corners, using code names in case they’re overheard. Word would get out, and I would catch the brunt force of the backlash.

At the small bar, I get a beer, and Eli gets a sex on the beach. I hand him the highball glass, and we walk toward a bench. He takes a drink of it, and I mutter, “I’ll give you sex on the beach,” with my beer bottle to my lips.

He chokes on a laugh, coughing into his arm. I pat his back a few times, and he glares at me.